THE BEGINNINGTHE BEGINNING3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The light reflected off his visor through the dimly lit forest brush. Vegetation was thick and holes in the canopy were sparse, but at the end of it all he could see a light. It looked like a holy glow from beyond filtering through the dark browns of the towering trees and green mossy grounds with plant-life almost as tall as he. It's no wonder this part of space had been rebel-controlled, he thought, they could hide anywhere on this planet. A burst of static came through his radio, catching him in his tracks for a moment, he paused and listened to the frequency vying to come through his radio in his helmet comm.
"Damn," he whispered. It was no use. Signal out here was impossible. That's why they'd sent him. They knew he could do the job, and alone. Still, it was unknown danger, he wished he had been a little better fitted for this crap. He crouched for a moment listening intensely before the static faded. His sage green armor glowing from the dim light; he looked like a mossy giant go
ASMRASMRASMR2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Scissors cutting hair
Tapping fingers on desks, books
Roleplay - Hairdresser, salon, customer service, among others
Sound of writing
What is ASMR?
ASMR, which as stated above, stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Not much is known about the subject, meaning not much research has been done on it. It's other names include, but are not limited to: Head tingles, "head orgasms", AIE (Attention Induced Euphoria), or simply "That Unnamed Feeling". It can be categorized as a very pleasurable feeling, even euphoric at times, that starts usually at the back of the head and can sometimes go down the spinal chord. Some people, but not all, experience ASMR. The things that activate your ASMR are commonly called "triggers". Everyone that experiences it has different triggers. No two triggers are the same. A hair
The Book of Thornacious...The Book of Thornacious...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
THE BOOK OF THORNACIOUS
Facts and rules ye shall abide by
* You will go to the supermarket with the sole purpose of buying a certain item and will instead buy stuff you don't need and most likely forget what it was you went out for in the first place.
* Burps and farts are funny so you must laugh at them.
* Its not possible for you to not buy a DVD or a game during the weekend.
* Yes you own the super special edition of Transformers but do you own the super ultra mega edition?...no?....THEN GET YOUR ASS ON AMAZON NOW!!!!!!!!! BUY BUY BUY
* When Dundee United win you will tell everyone you can, even if that person has no interest in football/soccer whatsoever you will still feel the need to go on about it as deep down you know they care.....even if they say they don't.
* You will drink at least one pint of Guinness a month....not to do so would result in the d
DarknessTell me a story of darkness," the sun asked the moon, but the moon just smiled and shook his head.Darkness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is no real darkness," the moon replied. It's really just the absence of light."
The sun was confused. Isn't that what darkness is all about?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Again the moon smiled. Indeed it is. But darkness is an illusion. It doesn't exist."
I'm quite sure it does," the sun said and she seemed very certain. "Everybody is always talking about darkness."
The moon nodded understandingly. Oh, but they talk about a lot of things, don't they? Let me ask you this: Have you ever actually seen darkness?"
The sun went quiet for a moment. She looked down upon the earth in deep contemplation, thinking about what the moon had said, and eventually she had to admit: No, I haven't."
The moon nodded. See. That's what I'm talking about. It doesn't actually exist. Darkness may seem big and scary at times, but it's really
Swan LakeSwan Lake2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
Simdi Bir YerlerdeSimdi Bir Yerlerde5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"
ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDE
Şimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlar
Şimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyor
Sazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyor
Kumsallarda toprağa değiyor ay
Güneşin hatırasına sarılıyor
Çoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyor
Şimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyor
Kimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyor
Mandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor inekler
Çeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesi
Derinlerinde tane tane inciler
Derinlerinde bir tok toprak
Çeltiklere varamayan sular
Doyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanları
Kovana dolar gibi
Şehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıkları
A Time of ChangeA Time of Change3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You want to do what?!"
He came back to the stables where I had been patiently waiting and told me his plans. I could feel the radiation as it ravaged each cell of his body. He was in great pain which I tried to help with but could only do so much. He needed to regenerate but he was holding back and refusing.
"Doctor, do you even realize how many companions you have had in your past?"
"Yes and I want to see how each of them is doing. All I'm asking is for you to help me, TARDIS. You shouldn't have too much trouble. Lock onto their bio-signatures and materialize."
"You're going to hold off your regeneration until I do this, aren't you?"
His silence answered my question. I reluctantly started the procedure by locking on to each bio-signature I could find. My fear was growing with each minute that passed as he held off the regenerative process. We r
wade liberation warwade liberation war6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
Sutyenin TarihiSutyenin Tarihi2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Göğüs mü Meme mi? Sütyen mi Özgürlük mü?
60'lı yılların sonlarına geliniyordu. Amerika'da çiçek çocuklar yeni yeni sürgün vermeye başlamışlardı dallarından. Yanlardan da yeni feminist hareketler tomurcuklanıyordu. Dünya, sütyenlerini ellerine almış ateşe veren genç kadınlarla da işte o zaman tanıştı.
1968 Amerika Güzelinin (Miss America) seçildiği günlerdi. Üstelik güzelin boy boy afişleri pekçok sokağa asılmış, erkekler bu güzelliği onamaya davet edilmişti. 7 Eylül 1968 günü 100 kadar feminist kadın, "özgürlüğün çöp tenekesi" adını verdikleri bir çöp tenekesine yüksek topuklu ayakkabılarını, takma kirpikleri, makyaj ma
ASK THE ARTIST INTERVIEWASK THE ARTIST INTERVIEW1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with HamletMachine
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview HamletMachine, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART, including the ever popular Starfighter series.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, HamletMachine.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thank you for having me!
This is pretty rad. I haven't used the DA chats too often but I am getting awesome AOL memories
Does anyone RP in these?
::Sips bloodwyne from chalice::
~romanshoubu asks "Tell us about your process and how you come up with stories?"
Roman! Hello there!
Ah, well for Starfighter- I was a huge fan of the yaoi genre and I loved sci-fi, but with a few exceptions (such as Ai no Kusabi), I hadn't really seen the two merged
I came up with designs for the characters and tried to think of how I wanted their person
Sparrow:.Roz 9Rozdział 9 Wilkołak i wampirSparrow:.Roz 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Co robimy teraz, szefowo?
-Nie dobijemy ich?
-Nie. Będziemy ich śledzić. Doprowadzą nas do eksperymentu. Wtedy ich dobijemy.
-Ilu potrzeba, żeby znaleźć jeden, marny, nieudany eksperyment?
Uśmiechnęli się krwiożerczo, ściskając za broń.
Kiedy Rigby i Blanche wrócili do domu, upojeni pizzą i malutką polaną, którą znaleźli, o mały włos, a nie dostrzegliby Mordecaia, stojącego przy ścianie, gapiącego się na malutkie pęknięcie w farbie.
-Co się stało? spytał Rigby zaskoczony.
Blanche była akurat człowiekiem. Wymieniła spojrzenia z Rigbym, po czym opierając się o kule doskoczyła do Mordecaia.
-No i? spytała kładąc mu rękę
A Rebuilt LifeA Rebuilt Life10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A bus stop with shelter. The weather is overcast. ANGEL is sitting inside the shelter, CENTRE stage. Enter MAN stage RIGHT. He sits down with a sigh.
ANGEL [after a brief pause]: Your life sucks.
MAN: Thank you for the input.
ANGEL: I can help you.
MAN: You could also mind your own business.
ANGEL: I don't think you realize who I am.
MAN: Who are you?
ANGEL: I'm an angel.
ANGEL: I'm an angel, and I can help you, Darren.
[MAN just looks at him.]
ANGEL: It's… not Darren, is it? Ugh, I always do this… Darryl? David? Something with 'd', right?
MAN: What is the matter with you?
ANGEL: Donald? Dan?
ANGEL: Can I call you Dan?
ANGEL: Hear me out, Dan.
MAN: Leave me alone.
ANGEL: Ever s
.:Retrospekcje:.Harvey Sadusky miał dziesięć lat, a jego dzieciństwo było naprawdę ciężkim przeżyciem... Dla jego rodziców. Niewielu młodych wilkołaków działa rodzicom na nerwy... Znaczy się... nie aż tak bardzo. Harvey nosił wszędzie ze sobą najróżniejsze notatniki, żeby zapisywać swoje obserwacje, ale, na bogów, spisy ulic, rysunki poszczególnych mieszkańców miasta, czy wykresy domów dużych i małych to już lekka przesada..:Retrospekcje:.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malec zawsze był bardzo skrupulatny. Może to dlatego rodzice wytargali go za uszy i poprowadzili do klasy muzycznej, by oderwać go od głupot.
Nienajlepszy wzrok odziedziczył po surowym ojcu, a bujne włosy, których nie dało się za żadne skarby świata przylizać, po matce.
W tym właśnie momencie Harvey s
Dumbass CommentersEvery so often, I'll scroll down the comments to someone's pictures, because I have no life and nothing better to do with my time. Or sometimes I will have something that I should be doing (like an English project for school), but I'll piss away my time on the internet because I can.Dumbass Commenters4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyway, ever since I joined dA, I've noticed something. Among the dozens of comments one might get, there's always some dumbass making a stupid comment on someone's picture. No matter what you submit, some idiot feels the need to leave you a stupid comment for one reason or another. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then as I looked through comments on peoples' pictures or comments that are shown to me by friends, I noticed something- comments that always fit within a certain category! Since there are few things that annoy me more than idiots (which are idiots who think you owe them a favor for some shit they did or sometimes for no reason at all), I feel the need to rip apart their little
I want to dieMorning sunlight pierces the curtainsI want to die5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The alarm rings in my ear
Two hours too early
The snooze buttons broken
I hate it
No ones home
One plate at the table
A half-empty glass of orange juice
A bowl of cold cereal
I hate it
Went to school early
Rode with the same old bike
Seats too hard
The wheels kept squeaking
I hate it
First periods Math
Forgot my locker combination
Slipped on the floor
Lost my homework
I hate it
Schools almost done
Rode through the afternoon
Chain breaks loose
Walked five blocks home
I hate it
Rested in bed
Wanted to watch TV
Forgot to pay cable
I hate it
Cant take it anymore
Screamed my head off
Why is life so unfair?
Why is this always happening to me?
I hate it
I want to die
Son of AnubisFor countless millennium Anubis god of death and death ceremonies had served under Osiris and Isis. Ever since they had found him Anubis had been unhappy. Anubis knew little about his past and what he did know was of little importance. Even at best of time Anubis was unhappy.Son of Anubis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As time passed and the gods of old were forgotten by evolving humans Anubis found him self alone. Osiris and Isis left to live among the new breed of humans called automorphics or anthros for short. Even Amity the devourer had left him going with Isis and Osiris hidden in thee form of a lion cub anthro. Left alone in the palace in the lake of fire Anubis was more miserable then ever.
Alone in this palace without friends or family Anubis was truly miserable.
Anubis awoke in his chambers as he would any morning. After bathing and changing into an Egyptian kilt and crown Anubis left fore the hall of judgment. Ever Osiris had left Anubis had taken over as king of the dead. In ancient times there would be a
MomentsMoments3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
M o m e n t s
"Excuse me." I said, with a weak smile. "Umm...that's kind of my cell phone you're holding."
He turned to face me. Brilliant, crystal blue eyes stared back at me. He was one of those few people blessed with incredibly good looks. The kind that made me nervous. The kind I avoided.
"So?" Wait, did he just say what I think he said?
I was baffled for a second. I didn't know what to think. So I wanted it back-obviously? Was he genuinely slow or was he messing with me?
"So I want it back?" I said with uncertainty. I vaguely wondered where this was going.
"Why should I give it back?"
What? Was he serious?
I mean, why wouldn't he give it back? My cell phone was old, outdated, it was a piece of trash that no one would want unless they were too cheap or poor to afford a new one. There were no personal photos, just photos of trees, birds, and my cat. There were no logs of embarrassing personal messages. In other words, there was nohting personal that he could use to blackmail me.
E'vesdarE'vesdar2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
E'vesdar was born to find his parents killed before he ever got the chance to know them. The only thing he remembers about that day are the deep, emerald green eyes of his mother gazing stonily at him with the cold, lifeless stare that only the dead possess, scaring him to death at the time. The sight sent a chill down his spine, and he ran in response. He galloped as mightily and as far as his pounding, small hooves would take him. Finally, cold and tired, he broke down in the middle of a field and lost conscious. He never saw his parents again. The next morning he woke up with the strength of a stallion, a stallion who had witnessed things most others could never understand. He was old before his time, but with a stronger resolve because of it.
The kingdom took him in and provided care for him, feeding him and making sure he had a place to sleep. Little did E'vesdar know he would have to repay it all two fold when he matured into a full grown stallion. Upon turning three, he was wake