Eric or Arykh- Contest EntryCenturies ago, a mage lived in the midst of the high order of dragons. He healed minor wounds and did other various magic deeds to benefit the mighty race he lived with. One day a young dragon was brought to him accused of killing one of the humans in a village near where the dragon lived .Eric or Arykh- Contest Entry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dragon was standing in defiance with two large Elders standing guard beside him. His scales were as black as night and his scutes and wing membranes were a dark-yellow, close to that of gold. Over his right eye was a scar made by a fight with another dragon. His pointed ears were tilted toward the back of his head; the bottoms of which covered by a field of wild black hair. His talons were scratched showing a long history of fighting. Two very slight ridges on each of his arms shown were thin blades were sheathed inside his arms. On his long tail was a tailblade that resembled a cross between an axe and a halberdier's blade.
"How dare you insult me so? I will not be judged by a m
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
Last of the Breed s1 p1Do you know how hard it is to be the last one of your species?Last of the Breed s1 p16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all started fifty years ago. I was but a young pup of around 20 when a new emperor rose to the throne. He started off seeming nice, but within a year ordered the death off every one of my species.
It was quite a shock. There were entire states occupied only by Griffins. Needless to say, we evacuated. Hundreds of thousands of us, taking to the skies and searching for a place to hide. I was too young to realize what exactly was going on. My parents merely said that we were moving to a far away land.
I now know they had no idea where they were going.
The first attacks surprised us. They were hunting us on Grifons, which were domestic Griffins. Our sister species had been bred dumb, and trained to obedience. They were stupid creatures; even dogs were more intelligent.
But they took away the only advanta
Nightfury TFToothless TFNightfury TF6 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It's finally here! FINALLY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Hey!" I heard a banging on my wall. "Keep it down in there!" said my neighbor yelling at me.
"Sorry Paul just got over excited!" I yelled back.
"Well keep it down, sheesh!"
Being quiet after something I ordered over three months ago. The box appeared at my apartment door with a man asking for a signature. It barely fit thru my door. The box wasn't even that heavy but it was very bulky. I clumsily carried it thru my kitchen and into my bedroom. My apartment was quite large so I can move thru the living room / kitchen quite easily. I moved into my bedroom and laid the box down next to my bed. I moved my table in the center of my bedroom out of the way and cleared a space so I could lay out the costume.
"Lets see what we got here." I said leaning down to open the box up.
I looked in total shock, as I pulled out a large costume perfectly representing toothless from a recent movie. A perfect creation o
Heretic prologHeretic pro-log:Heretic prolog3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Corpse-Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden
ThroneToilet of Earth. He was the master of mankind by the will of his own gigantic ego and is the dead master of a million worlds by the might of "his" inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. (What a bunch of dumb asses do that?)
Yet even in his deathless state, the Corpse-Emperor, idiots see him as eternally vigilant. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomicon, the psychic manifestation of the dead guy's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the
Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marinesstorm trooper
SFS: Lineage (Prologue)Shepard Family Stories: LineageSFS: Lineage (Prologue)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(25 years later)
Kaycee sits quietly at a table in the Apollo Cafe. The lights reflecting off the streaks of grey in her hair. Ah….I love the Presidium. A chipper voice jogs her back to reality. "Anything else I can get you Commander."
She looks up into the bright perky face of Kimberly Vega. She had inherited her mother's fiery orange hair as well as her personality. However, her eyes had her father's determination. "I could use another cup of coffee, Kim." As she pours Kaycee another hot cup, she notices the distracted look on the Commander's face. "Something on your mind?"
Kaycee shakes her head, "It's nothing, Kim. How's your mom doing?"
"Oh, she's doing fine. She loves her teaching job at the Grissom Academy. Though I do think she worries after Dad more than she lets on."
"That's Kelly for you. Always more worried about everyone else than herself." She thinks to herself, It would have gotte
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
Fun Facts about Steve IrwinFUN FACTS ABOUT STEVE IRWINFun Facts about Steve Irwin9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Steve Irwin's teeth can bite crocadile teeth in half.
-Steve eats his cereal with snake venom instead of milk.
-Once a python ate Steve alive, and then he carved his way out of it's belly with his fingernails, ground the snake up and served it to his Dog, Sui.
-His dog, Sui, is the only animal besides Steve that can kill Chuck Norris. But they don't kill Chuck because they both like a challenge.
-Steve Irwin was the real inventor of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. He just named it after one of his goldfish.
-When Steve water-skis, he doesn't use skis- he uses live barracudas.
-Once Steve and his family went camping and a bear attacked him. An hour later his son received the biggest, most realistic teddy bear ever for his birthday.
-Steve Irwin flosses his teeth with electric eels.
-Steve let Disney Studios borrow his pet Kraken 'Keebler' to film 'Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest'.
-Steve Irwin can turn into a wolf at will.
-All of Steve's sense are su
Committed [Chapt. 4 of 4]Committed [Chapt. 4 of 4]3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Today was the day. Grand Highblood sat on the sandy ground on the beach. He stared out into the water of the ocean. The air was so calm today, although, Highblood did not seem to show any emotion. He felt... nothing in the moment he had now. He legs were criss-cross and the small troll was in his lap. he had decided on a name. He wanted to name his child... Gamzee. He had thought about it for a while, and he hoped Goatdad would approve. He held Gamzee, a hand around his small stomach, and the small troll was playing with a finger on his other hand. He kept waiting. Watching the ocean. Begging all knowing messiahs that Goatdad would actually find a reason to come back. He glanced down at the small Makara, and he actually felt a small piece of himself break on the inside. Gamzee had a hold on his finger and he had part of it in his mouth, suckling on it almost like a binky. His ears wilted ever so slightly and he felt a deep weight in his chest. he felt a longing that no one could ev
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their wealth as much as possible so they can hire more people, thus growing the economy.Why Free Market Capitalism Fails4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
These concepts look good on paper, but the best way to evaluate any idea is to see how it works in practice. Let's start by analyzing nationa
Astonishing VisitWARNING: Contains vore and suspenseful situations!Astonishing Visit4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mike and Emma belong to dragondude97
Hey everyone, this is a request that was made by dragondude97 about him and his sister. I also want to say sorry that it's taking me so long lately on my requests, being sick kind of sucks when you're trying to get a lot of stuff done. Well thanks and enjoy!
It had been some time since Mike had seen his older sister, Emma. She had been called to go help with a camp for about a week and half and had not been able to call or message Mike. Mike missed her dearly and was stuck trying to find something to do on this certain Saturday. His dad had been at an important conference and so he was staying with his mom and trying to count down the seconds when Emma would be home. He loved his sister. She was so nice to him and had looked out for him numerous times ever since he had escaped from his real parents' brutality and joined his current family.
Mike missed her smile, glimmering eyes, and her soft
Exile-Chapter 1: ExileExile-Chapter 1: Exile4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Soundwave didn't just sift through data; he reveled in it. No signal was unheard, no code was unbreakable, no transmission was safe, no computer system protected. The buzzing stream of information that sped across his visor was like an abstract painting. The hum of signals and transmissions; a symphony. And he loved every bit of it. So when he received a notification on his visor demanding his presence at Lord Megatron's side, he was somewhat reluctant to put the console in sleep mode, and leave his workspace.
The door hissed open, as the Head of Intelligence walked out, his visor telling him that Megatron was not at the bridge as usual, but rather, on top of the Nemesis. Soundwave felt a pang of uncharacteristic uneasiness, but he brushed it away, as he walked down the warship's spinal corridor. He sent out a command to the elevator controls, allowing him to step in without breaking stride, as soon as its doors opened. Hitting the button for the appropriate floor,
Socialism: Glenn Beck EmailSocialism: Glenn Beck Email5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Here is an E-Mail that I wrote to Glenn Beck.
Do read the artist comments.
I was watching your show on September 1, 2010, and as usual you mentioned Dr. Martin Luther King, speaking of Dr. King would be proud. I shall touch back on this
You were speaking of Dolores Huerta, when speaking of her you said that she was also investigated for being a communist, so was Dr. Martin Luther King.
You spoke of her quote of something to the affect of capitalism being an alternative to democratic socialism, might I also remind you of Dr. King's quote of
"You can't talk about solving the economic problem of the Negro without talking about billions of dollars. You can't talk about ending the slums without first saying profit must be taken out of slums. You're really tampering and getting on dangerous ground because you are messing with folk then. You are messing with captains of industry.... Now this means that we are treading in difficult water, because it really means
What Friends Can DoWARNING: Contains blood, suspenseful situations, and slight vore!What Friends Can Do4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kazio belongs fully to Jenae, the scenery was made by the wonderful Ragingfire1, and Mark, the character, belongs to me!
Ragingfire1 wrote the breathtaking introduction and the scenery and I wrote the interaction and befriending. Raging said he wanted it to be me interacting with Kazio so I'll just use myself but please, thank him for his huge contribution of the beginning/middle and the initial, amazing idea to do this. Without it, this story wouldn't exist. Hello, this is a co-story that I'm doing with Ragingfire1. We decided to do a story dedicated to Maw-Eats-People10 aka Jenae as she is one of my closest friends and we both saw that she was very sad, angry, and depressed earlier this week. We as her friends wanted to write this to make her feel better and hope that we portrayed her featured character, Kazio, with all her merit and beauty. For you Jenae…
The eerie silence of the abandoned town unner
The Toxic Hotel voreWarning: sofe vore, Micro, Macro, half full ride vore, intestinesThe Toxic Hotel vore4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a great day the sun shinned bright the trees blew in peaceful breeze as well as the tall fields of grass, Toxic a black dragoness with green toxic markings on her shoulder, along with green horns, green tail-blade, even a green underbelly and the reason why she was called Toxic was she had the power of toxic but she was nice dragoness and a good friend as well.
Toxic laid in the tall grass watching the white puffy clouds in the light blue sky today she had gotten a latter from her friends Griffin, Amber and Mike that they were coming for a visit. Toxic had a plane for them she wrote back to them that she was going to have a surprise for them Toxic had made a small sign made of wood with the word "Hotel"
Mike a human who wear a red jacket and a par of jeans walked beside two dragons Griffin a light green dragon and his friend Amber a blue dragoness they walked both walked in the tall grass to wear Toxic had asked t
In the Jaws of Trust voreWarning: Micro, Macro, Anthro soft vore full tour vore no scat totaly cleanIn the Jaws of Trust vore4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deeth slowly woke from unconsciousness. He feels something early chill all around him. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is Mike laying somewhere across from him. All around the two is what looks like snow. But after looking up above him, the Magician spotted what looked like a giant... cherry?
Mike still asleep didn't even notice till Deeth started shacking by the shoulder
"wha,.." Mike mumbled
"Mike, get up!" Deeth exclaimed, pushing the white substance of his body.
"ok I'm UP!" Mike yelled in an annoyed ton
"Mike, do you remember us taking a nap in a giant bowl of Ice Cream recently?" Deeth asked. "what no why,...." Mike looks around then goes wide eyed seeing the world had turned giant Mike looked over at Deeth then crossed his arms
"Deeth were you messing around with the spell book again," Mike said with a crossed look "Spell book? What Spell book?!" Deeth said in a confused ton.
Parallel Universes"Professor, aren't parallel universes just fiction!?" His young pupil asked while the other child pouted.Parallel Universes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steven chuckled. "Well Becky," He began, "There isn't any scientific proof about it." She flashed a triumphant grin to the blonde boy before Steven concluded, "However there is a possibility they could exist."
"Ha!" The boy retorted. Steven smiled at Tobey shaking his head.
"How is that possible?" Becky asked annoyed at losing.
"Well that goes into a science called 'Quantum Physics.' Something I didn't really study back in college unfortunately." He shrugged. "Although it's a fairly interesting concept, I must say." He said in a wistful tone. "Imagine all the possibilities. I could have been married, or be a chef, or maybe," he added playfully,"a secret agent."
This gained a laugh from the two kids. "Really?" Becky asked in amazement.
"Certainly." Steven finished matter-of-factly. He looked up at the clock. "Kids you better get going or else your parents will be worried sick."