Killjoys 06 Adrenaline Rush"What the fuck am I going to do?" He could hear people banging at the walls and the windows down below. He was lucky that the place was abandoned a long time ago so that the windows and other entrances were boarded over and the only thing that had been open was the door he'd broken into to get away from those who pursued him. Disco Bitch surely had to be dead if there were Killjoys out from the west attacking him. How else would they know that he had been onto their leader's plot? But why would they call him the traitor? Had Tiger so filled their minds with lies about what was going on over in the east that they were consumed with this kind of rage for him? They had wanted him dead! They didn't even give him a chance to defend himself. There was no trial, not chance for him to explain a reason for the crimes against him or to even find out the charges. All he knew is that these Killjoys were out for his blood.Killjoys 06 Adrenaline Rush4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He clutched the lighter in his hand so hard that he could feel the engraving
Glass Heart 37 - Walls Down Scarlett stood staring blankly in awe in front of Tony, shivering from the chills she got down her back. It was true that Tony had confessed love to her in his basement after they had argued over what seemed more and more like trivial things the more Scarlett thought about it but she hadn’t believed it for a second. What it boiled down to was that Tony had overreacted and had flown off the handle while Scarlett had been so shocked and surprised by his lashing out that she hadn’t known what to do. She didn’t think her anger was unjustified by any means, she had decided, but she wasn’t as angry as she had expected to be.Glass Heart 37 - Walls Down2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But now, Tony was confessing his love for her again on the train. It had been hours since she’d left the Stark home and the admission he’d made hours ago popped back into her mind suddenly. Why ha
TCDG Ch. 1: Together AgainTCDG Ch. 1: Together Again3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun had risen over the horizon and began casting its warm rays over the landscape. A cloudless blue sky stretched out overhead as a light breeze blew across the coastline. Small waves gathered in the distant water, creating a serene purr as they broke against the shoreline. Overhead danced a flock of seagulls singing their happy tune as they took in the new morning. The day had begun in a way that could only be described as perfect.
Two lone figures sat closely together in the soft sand as they too enjoyed the beautiful morning. A honey colored fox stared out over the horizon as he supported an emerald haired girl upon his shoulder, who leaned into him with a contented sigh. They sat in silence, enjoying each other's closeness as they stared at the beautiful scenery. The fox looked over at the green haired girl with admiration in his eyes and smiled happily. The girl, with un-bloomed flowers in her hair, looked back at the blue eyed fox with equal admiration before turning back to
Across the Universe 30: A Hard Day's NightPairing: TonyxScarlett (OC)Across the Universe 30: A Hard Day's Night8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Universe: Iron Man MCU Pre-Avengers
Theme: Action, Drama, Romance
Everything was spinning in front of Tony Stark.
Well, there was only darkness as far as he could tell, but still, even the darkness was spinning. Tony made a feeble attempt to open his eyes but gave up rather quickly. Nope, that was definitely not going to happen, at least not yet. It took twenty more tries but Tony finally managed to triumph over adversity and open his eyes. It wasn’t the first time he’d made an attempt to get up that morning. By now it was likely mid-afternoon. With a groan he rolled onto his side and held his hand over his ear. Finally the world stopped spinning in an array of blurred colors and he could see that he was in Scarlett’s bedroom.
Glass Heart 36 - Confessions of a Broken HeartScarlett stared down at her bare feet, dirty against the metal floor of the train that was rushing along the tracks to take her to Los Angeles. She'd managed to obtain enough money for the train ticket from an ATM via some less than conventional means and was contemplating how she would obtain the rest of what she required to get her plane ticket. International flights on short notice were no easy feat, not to mention her passport was still somewhere in Africa. For someone like Scarlett there were always ways around that, but it wouldn't be easy on such short notice. It would be too hard to get out of the country by the end of the day which was fast approaching, so Scarlett figured her best bet would be to get a hotel for the night and spend as much time as she could awake and planning her next move.Glass Heart 36 - Confessions of a Broken Heart2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Despite how focused she seemed to be on the new task at hand and on her renewed goal her thoughts kept drifting to the time she'd spent in the Stark household and the things she'd done wit
You're Not Finished YetYour pain never ends, your heart's torn in half.You're Not Finished Yet3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Never again can you smile or laugh.
Those who've betrayed you with lack of remorse
bring terrible pain that does not run its course.
All hope is vanquished; all happiness lost.
Why does your life come at so great a cost...?
You feel like a failure that you have no worth...
Your have been crushed by life's gruesome girth.
...But in your grief, you've lost sight of one thing:
those truly good people and the joy that they bring.
I speak to you now, as one of those few -
my words are sincere, and my feelings are true.
Don't lose yourself. You're not finished yet.
There is still hope; your sun has not set.
The feelings you hide deep down inside...
For so many years alone you have cried.
You may not see it, but you will be shown
that some people care that you're not alone.
I've found you now. There's no need to fear.
No matter what happens, for you I am here.
Love of the AlliesFor ages we've walked past the problem so clear,Love of the Allies4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
never to aid those gripped by anger and fear.
The victims of hatred, how they're subject to blame...
yet none deign to help them...for shame.
Diverse though we are, those different we shun,
their lives and their freedom we've sorely undone.
Our treatment of them is that of sheer hate,
solely for their lack of being straight.
But some of us those straight, but "true,"
see in them more, and for them we will do
our part to remind them that they have their place -
a just, fair position within the human race.
And so, we who are Allies don armor and gear -
take up arms for those victims, whom we hold dear.
We polish our words our non-violent tools,
and prepare our assault against homophobic rules.
As we Allies advance toward this battle we'll wage,
we reflect on our goal: to shatter the cage.
That cage, which holds captive our victimized friends,
will no longer be when it our strength rends.
We reach the battleground
the man on the moon.tonightthe man on the moon.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky is overcast, and it tells me
That if I want to make my stupid wishes,
I'd better come back at a better time.
the clouds are being overprotective
And covering the moon with their hair so
Us humans cannot see her cry.
there is no wind to blow our
American flags, and if I close my eyes,
I think I could imagine myself there.
I think I can see his steps treading
On the face of the man in the moon,
The steps that will stay longer than the man did.
I flip through the pages of my history book,
And watch the night out of my window
As I read the same name over and over again,
"this is one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind."
the moon mourns the loss of
the first man to touch her.
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
A Lesson about ToleranceTolerance is something that is important to just come along with each other. Not only in internet, but in real life as well.A Lesson about Tolerance5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all faced in our lives situations in which someone hurt our feelings, or tried to change something about us. When facing such situations, we ask ourselves, why people do such things? Well, I want to explain it to you and hope, that this will get you a better understanding for how important it is to tolerate each other.
How I came up with the subject:
I read the journal of a very close friend of mine and she wrote about her teachers. First she is getting ignored by one, another one is just never pleased and another one told her to quit drawing manga and try comic instead...
Okay, first people might just say 'teachers are stupid, ignore them!' but then again I had to think about my own time in school... and not only in school, but in my private life as well and it keeps bugging me so I just need to write this off.
I always came along greatly with my teachers, be
Tips para un desing exitosoTips para un desing exitoso6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diez consejos para que tu diseño tenga éxito.
1-El buen diseño es innovador.
Las cosas claramente diferentes se recuerdan mejor que las comunes. Lo innovador llama la atención.
Haciendo lo que todos los demás hacen, es cierto que no fracasarías, pero ¿triunfarás así alguna vez?
No transites los senderos trillados. Innova.
La esencia de la innovación debe verse claramente en todas las funciones de un producto.
El desarrollo tecnológico sigue ofreciendo nuevas oportunidades para soluciones innovadoras.
Las innovaciones no se agotan.
2-El buen diseño hace que un producto sea útil.
El producto que se compra con el fin de ser utilizados. Debe servir a un propósito definido - tanto primariamente como en las funciones secundarias.
La tarea más importante del diseño es optimizar la utilidad de un producto.
3-El buen diseño es estético.
La calidad estética de un p
Goodbye my love...My body loosing its passionGoodbye my love...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cant seem to find you near me
You are gone
Flown away from me
Goodbye my love
I wont be here when you return.
I crumble out of the window,
In to the night.
My senses dancing with the stars,
Goodbye my love
I will never see your face again.
The shell you call a body
Falling from the tower
The tower, you locked me in.
The tower called your heart.
Goodbye my love
You never loved me.
You locked me away in your heart.
Thinking I would stay.
You took my freedom.
Now Im taking my life.
Goodbye my capture
I never really loved you.
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
DragonIn my lair that you have found,Dragon6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shattered swords lie upon the ground.
Priceless treasures, centuries old.
Dwell amongst crushed bones and glittering gold.
Ancient secrets thought to be lost,
Are yours to keep but at what cost?
Countless knights and heroes have tried in vain,
But they are the ones who have ended up slain.
You face me now, your sword held high,
Little do you know your end is nigh.
Your bones shall become part of my horde,
Where they will remain for evermore.
Oh foolish boy did you truly believe,
That you of all people could defeat me?
FearFearFear4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're sitting in a corner in your room, and it's dark out now. You don't check your watch to see what time it is, because you don't dare take your eyes off of the rest of the room.
The weather outside doesn't help your anxiety. The rain raps at the window and the thunder blocks out any small noises from inside your home. It's an advantage for me.
In the darkness, I smile, for I know the shadows hide me perfectly. Silently and stealthily I creep slowly towards where you are.
You stand up now, your adrenaline kicks in and you get ready to run. But there's a problem: Your legs tense up with fear as the metallic taste of the dark finds it's way into your mouth and veins. You cannot run, no matter how much your mind tells you to.
Lightening strikes outside, lighting up the room. You see only my silhouette. Your eyes go wide as they dart around the room trying to find me again. I smirk and let out a chuckle.
You try to scream, but I've taken your voice. I move towards you now, ca
Snow White PrinceSnow White PrinceSnow White Prince3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mall was filled with the huffle and buffle of Chrisms shoppers. Quickly, a women in black heal highed boots, tapped along in a fast pace. She pulled along her ten year old boy, Swan. This woman had long black hair and brown eyes, and the perfect femmine fit. Dressed in winter clothes she continued to tug her white to sliver haired boy. His hair was bull-cut at the time, and his eyes blue with a wintry snowflake glimmer in each one.
"Mommy! You're hurting my arm." Swan whined.
"We have to hurry." She called back as they made it to a Hall-Mark. "The store will close and Mama has to get a card for everyone before the darn store closes." Once she made it into the card section she let go of the child's arm. Swan's mother was a middle class women, who appeared to have it all.
Swan wondered off through another card aisle away from mother. His eyes locked on a collection of snow globes sitting on a shelf next to scented candles. He hurried over and grabbed
The winter wisp from heaven's gate (RU/EN/AF)The winter wisp from heaven's gate (RU/EN/AF)10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Зимняя путеводная нить к вратам небесным:
Ведёт нить тонкая танцующая в ночи
Души заблудшей, чьи не видят очи.
На кладбище дыхание затаившем,
Ты облик изменя&
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
R.I.P Ryan Dunn I've been completely speechless for the past day and a half. Never did I think I would wake up to such horrible news. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on Jackass, I knew, that Ryan was going to be the reason I kept watching. And he was. He had me captivated ever since.R.I.P Ryan Dunn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing this fucking tears my heart into two. Never in a million years did I think I'd be saying, Rest In Peace, Ryan Dunn.
Like many of us, we didn't know him personally, but it sure felt like it. It felt like I lost a close friend. If it feels like this for me, I can't and don't want to imagine what his family, friends, and extended family is going through.
I can definitely consider Ryan my Random Hero. And I'm sure most of you can say that too. This past year has been rough for me. Ryan was there to help me laugh, and forget about the small things that always had me worried. Initially, he taught me how to
V for VendettaV for Vendetta9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not your strongest weapon.
Those were your words.
You incited within us
(Ideas are bulletproof)
You once said
that writers use lies
to tell the truth.
Yet you were the only one
who never lied.
You became truth.
(People should not be afraid of their governments....)
You embodied a force
more powerful than one
could ever believe.
You woke us up
When we were asleep in the lull
You found us
When we were lost in darkness.
You were a dance
in the light
of the old jukebox,
You were an orchestra
of words and wisdom.
And when you spoke,
you were a song.
(...governments should be afraid of their people)
You masked yourself;
yet were the only
who did not
mask the truth.
the fifth of november)
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
As Darkness Surrounds meAs Darkness Surrounds meAs Darkness Surrounds me4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Darkness surrounds me
wrapping me up in cloths of pain
my heart screams in agony
but my soul remains calm.
Been down this road so many times
as I walk through the valley
the shadows of death
betrayed, alone, hurt.
My feelings for trust linger on
tethering off the edge of defeat
my thoughts of friendship
now a forgotten memory
as darkness surrounds me.