It's Feature time!Hey everybody!
Here are some great pieces of art that I'd like to share.
:thumb209653141: Kaz by Parororo
Libra by Mixan-is-a-monkey Scarecrow? by Lioness123
the left hand of the devil by edredon :thumb208782508:
... ray of light ... by FotoOptiX
in her twisted mind by lemonwhogirl
Different Worlds by AnimaEterna
Sprawled by BreakFreePhotography
GoSitting and listening,Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
closing my eyes and hoping,
yawning and reaching,
releasing and forgiving.
Feet to the floor.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,a dangerous hallucination1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
a beast is bornLucifer wove my sins into horns.a beast is born1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ShadowI liked you,Shadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you were still
Not a shell with a pretty face
peeling to reveal
A lonesome shadow
lingering behind me.
DeviantArtist QuestionnaireHappy 15th Birthday DeviantArt!!DeviantArtist Questionnaire2 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
How long have you been on DeviantArt?
What does your username mean?
it's a silly nickname
Describe yourself in three words.
always an artist
Are you left or right handed?
What was your first deviation?
a picture of my daughter
What is your favourite type of art to create?
It's a tie between photography and writing
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
What was your first favorite?
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
Photography and Digital Art
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
Oh Jeez! I'm not sure I can pick. SO many awesome people here! Let's name a few!
SabakuNoShi FridgePoetProject creativemikey betwixtthepages DasGhul Malintra-Shadowmoon
Bark TheGalleryOfEve @angelenrout
Arachnophobia“Mom,” she says, voice quivering, her tiny finger pointed at my head. “Spider!”Arachnophobia2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kaleidoscope SkyThe sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.Kaleidoscope Sky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head.
I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye.
Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place.
I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.
A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it
There is no fear and loathing here.We were somewhere in the South Pacific on the edge of the ocean when the withdrawals began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “Where the hell are we?”There is no fear and loathing here.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My attorney said nothing. Sitting in the sand, he wore only a pair of hideous bell bottoms with red and white stripes that resembled a peppermint candy on copious amounts of LSD. He ignored me and repeatedly tapped his bare foot into the gentle rush of water as it crawled up the beach.
And suddenly I realized I had no idea how we had gotten there. A gaping hole in my memory sparked a brief sense of panic.
“Don’t let it get you,” he said before yawning and falling onto his back.
“Let what get me?” I half shrieked, eyes peeled for wild beasts. Who knew what roamed this place in the night.
“The silence…It’s not something to be feared,” he muttered before passing out cold.
Then I noticed just how quiet it was.
No howling wind coming off the ocean. No creak
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.The Gatherer of Twigs1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
equinoxBeyond an ash gray skyline the sun was lying in wait. A molten liquid center with an atmosphere of blistering gasses was hidden behind winter’s cape. Spring was burrowed deep, steeping within the confines of hibernation. She dreamt of rampant flower beds, colors rioting in the wake of a new season. The awakening was gradual, the peace of deep slumber cherished and warm.equinox7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Spring stretched her arms wide
exhaled and released her heat
billowing warm wind
HaikuWriMo 2015February 2nd- Bear HugHaikuWriMo 20158 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
calloused fingers so gentle
rough yet healing like a balm
giving into his embrace
greedy for his touch
February 3rd- Halloween
a night where faeries parade
vampires dance with demons
sugar is their drug of choice
that’s All Hollow’s Eve
February 4th- untitled yet clearly inspired by all the snow I’ve been seeing.
dark at five o’clock
a biting chill creeping in
welcome home winter
February 5th- letting go
tear drops ran screaming
leaving trails of salt on my cheeks
February 6th- HorrorKu
mommy wears a mask
of kind eyes and smiles to hide
February 7th- my swirling garden
lost inside the looking glass
glide over the mushroom fields
garden of my dreams
February 8th- I remember
the night after
the sky was dark and silent
February 9th- a song on the breeze
drip drop metronome
a soprano melody
floats among th
ClairvoyantMy eyes are always open. From the rise of dawn to the moon's reign in the night and even in my dreams, I see.Clairvoyant2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My sight shifts, swirls of clarity come and go. Sometimes it's all tinged blue around the edges like I'm underwater and I can stay down for hours without having to breathe. It can be surreal, seeing that way. A waking dream that captures my vision, so entrancing I can't look away.
Sometimes it flashes; a glint of a knife, a smile, a scream. Bits and shards of pictures- puzzle pieces giving them selves to me but some mysteries are better left unsolved.
It's a burden and a safe guard with an ocean-tide mood ruled by something not at all in my control.
I think that's what freaks me out the most. The randomness of it all, the tiny things I choose to ignore that could be important.
But I can't chase every one of them, can I?
This morning in the shower it was a storm, dark with raging winds. A broken window and wet shards of glass at my feet
Prettyflour's Literature ContestHello and welcome to my first literature contest!!!Prettyflour's Literature Contest2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I have hosted contests via some of the groups that I admin, and all of those have focused on photography. Now it's time to let the art of WORDS rule.
I am borrowing the format from :iconaeromodo: (THANK YOU)
The name of the game here is creativity. Note me with 'Literature Contest' as the subject line and I'll give you a three-word, randomly thought-of prompt. I won't play favorites here, and I'll try to keep the prompts on the same level of difficulty. Now for some quick rules (read them please!):
No previous deviations! I want to read something nice and fresh.
Any form of literature will be accepted- poetry, prose, prosetry or fan fiction are accepted. If your work is mature, please tag it as such.
Prose word limit is 2,500.
I'm the Judge, and I'll be a fair one. (Which means
insomniaIn a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.insomnia2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This