Revenge Of Oyster BoyGothic Girl:Revenge Of Oyster Boy7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Revenge Of Oyster Boy
Nine months came,
The mother gave birth to a dame.
Their wish for a girl came true.
They named her Lizzie,
She was sweet and very pretty,
But her obsession for the Gothic made her creepy.
She loved to wear black,
Wherever she went,
She would give her relatives heart attacks
When she wore black, that's a fact!
When she grew older,
She became strangely anti-social,
And preferred books to friends
Such a pity, for one so privileged with charisma and good looks.
One day, she came upon the skeleton in her family's life: Sam,
Her dead brother who resembled a clam
So one day, on an excuse to go to bed,
Due to "a fever burning in her head".
She read about her brother's death and Lizzie Borden.
So morbid.. for a girl so modern.
"Vengeance," she finally said (eerily)
"Will be meted to my parents resting in bed."
With gloves and an axe,
With a face pale like powdered anthrax
She crept into the parents' room, relaxed.
Like her ancestor Lizzie Borden,
Vitam Et Sanguinem-1Vitam Et Sanguinem-1Vitam Et Sanguinem-17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
(Life and Blood)
The first thing I remember upon awakening was that I had been dragged by the hair by those accursed Turks , my head roughly shoved onto a chopping block stained dark by old blood-and soon to be painted anew with mine-and then, amid the gloating-a sharp, final retort of an axe upon my neck
I was dead.
No, I AM supposed to be dead
I turned to observe my surroundings. All was pitch-black-and I felt my neck, realizing my head was still upon my shoulders. Surely it couldnt be a dream?
Welcome Vlad Dracul III
A voice that seems to be wrenched out of the deepest circle of Hell spoke
Indeed, Vlad, you ARE in Hell
The next sentence hit me harder than any arrow. The sardonic tone didnt make it any easier to accept. I am no fool. I know that Heaven will never accept me, even though I had done Gods work for many years, albeit cutting a bloody swath through Romani
What of me?From a seed I did growWhat of me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
Vitam Et Sanguinem-2Vitam Et SanguinemVitam Et Sanguinem-27 years ago in Horror More Like This
(Life and Blood)
It has been more than 20 years since my fall from the castle committed by the treacherous bastard of the general, who was secretly working with my equally traitorous brother-in-law Radu.
I could still remember that dreadful moment the traitors saber through my heart then cruelly pushed off the tower falling...falling falling my praying for forgiveness from Vlad, from Mihnea-our son- and from God before the waters of the Arges River rose up to claim me
Death at least, was kind to claim me before I had the privilege of hearing every bone in my body shatter like glass the moment I hit rock bottom-literally.
It should have been the end but in a heartbeat, the ground opened up like the jaws of Leviathan and I fell into what appeared to be an abyss of never ending night
Oh God in Heaven all was dark but there were screams, howls and cries of pure anguish that a
How I Spend My WeekendsCosplay: The art of making and wearing a costume based on the design of a character form an anime, manga, video game, cartoon or the like and wearing them to conventions, photoshoots or personal reasons.How I Spend My Weekends7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Cosplayer: A person who practices the art of making and wearing a costume based on the design of a character form an anime, manga, video game, cartoon or the like and wearing them to conventions, photoshoots or personal reasons.
My friends, I am a cosplayer. I make costumes. Many of my besterest friends make costumes. I cosplay. Now although it is my favoritest hobby of mine, and I am a proud, proud person for it, it also causes me some trouble.
a) Its the geekiest thing ever
b) Some people look at you like youre crazy when you do it
c) I just now discovered after a year and a half that it is easier to just say I make costumes than to say I make costumes and wear them to anime conventions.
Now, many of you are aware of this. Some of you are now laugh
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
Vitam et Sanguinem-3Vitam Et Sanguine-3Vitam et Sanguinem-37 years ago in Horror More Like This
I am in such a quandary.
My husband was before me-but no longer human. I was a condemned soul in Hell.
I know that once a soul has been condemned to Hell, there is no way out
He ran his hands through my matted locks while I rested on his shoulder-almost feeling safe. Almost.
His hands hands that slaughtered many Turks and even our own people hands that shook me by the shoulders as he cruelly admonished me and yet the same hands that helped wash me clean from the blood of my brothers-dead by my own hands- the same hands that cupped my chin to kiss me when the priest pronounced us man and wife that held me to his side when we slept that held our son when he was born
His hands both hurt and healed.
He spoke, interrupting my reverie.
I ask for a favor-if I am to be a vassal of sorts to you.
Vassal? Then I remember Vampire.
Lucifer smiled superciliously.
AnswersIt's hard to smile when you don't want to,acting tough,when you are broken;...when you want to help everyone around you,but they just act cold and no one understands how you feel;no one wants to know how you feel...it's hurtful and you can't even say anything about it,you can't just say:"no one understands me!" it sounds so foolish to everyone,but it's real and it's really painful.Answers5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I always wondered why it is,the way It Is?!... I found some amasing words I called them answers...
People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good y
Norway x Reader - Button Eyes Part 2Norway x Reader - Button Eyes Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You walked around the house and stared at the doll. It looked old ... but it looked just like you. There was a note pinned to it. You took it off and it read;
Hey, Madam Stress ...
I found this in Berwald's room. Look familiar?
You groaned. Clearly he wasn't going to leave you alone. You thought he was being obnoxious ... but for some reason, he was all you thought about. Those dark eyes of his seemed to have affected you somehow ... you ventured upstairs where, to your surprise, your dad was taking a nap on the bed. You decided not to bother him and went into your room, which was awful. It was a dull grey wherever you looked ... the ceiling was cracked and covered in mildew and the walls had paint and wallpaper peeling off, revealing horrible grey stone walls. You groaned angrily as you sat on your bed. You looked at the windows. They were filthy and leaking ... and there were no curtains ... or curtain rails, for that matter
What were they thinking when they bought th
9 Consejos para tu logotipo.9 Consejos para tu logotipo.5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diseñar logotipos es una de las cosas más difíciles a las que un diseñador se enfrenta. Pese a esto, la mayoría de los diseñadores sobre todo los principiantes siguen creyendo que es una cosa muy fácil y trivial. En el mundo hay muy pocos grandes diseñadores de logotipos pero habrá algunos que saben hacer un trabajo decente cuando hace falta. Reciente es difícil encontrar diseñadores de logos que por lo menos no produzcan basura.
No puedo decirte como ser un gran diseñador de logotipos (si lo supiera, lo sería), para eso hace falta experiencia, preparación y quizá talento. Pero lo que puedo es darte unos cuantos consejos, para que al menos, tus diseños apesten un poco menos y quizá se aproximen a algo bueno.
1. No uses más de una tipografía.
Un diseñador habilidoso puede usar dos, pero tu no, tu limítate a una sola tipografía. Creeme, no hay nada que grite "a
Stories, each about a boy. WIPShort stories, each about a boyStories, each about a boy. WIP9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"War", and "huh!", and "what is it good for, absolutely nothing!". Jackie Chan; fabulous!
The Writer Boy
There was this place. And that boy. He who was supposed to write at least one thousand words each day, and if not, two thousand the day after that and so on.
But he seldom wrote. And so he had lied to himself. Was he now, after some time away from the paper, about to write a whole book? Threehundred and sixtyfive pages, for each year lost to his couch and tv? And it wasn't even a good tv.
No, he never wrote the book. But one day he saw it in a bookshop. He got very angry because someone had beat him to it.
And what about his drawings? The ones of fantastic and surreal nature? Well, they made it into his portfolio. But no one ever saw them cause he hid them away under his bed.
The Rockstar Boy
Then there was this boy who dreamt and dreamt about happiness and love. He listened to this rockband that sang about
ReaperGlancing upon crimson skies,Reaper11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a raven he lay in wait.
A fallen angel perched up high,
counting as the final hour drew nigh.
As crimson gave way to a velvet black,
a veil of darkness cloaked the land,
as fields of gold were stained with steel,
with the Devil they sealed the deal.
As the still of night was pierced with screams,
among the cries moved a force unseen,
like a mighty plague he swept the land,
as the face of God turned,
and He lifted His hand.
No army or weapon stood as darkness loomed,
from the start they had sealed their doom,
and in the now crimson fields where his task begun,
no one was left,
his work was done.
As he stood alone in the killing fields,
his grief betrayed by his eyes of stone.
were those who lay around him victims of wrath?
Or testaments of those who gazed upon him,
the face of Death?
Interviewing elsevillaInterviewing elsevilla6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Entrevista en Castellano e Ingles.
Interview in English and Spanish.
Esta entrevista fue realizada gracias a ~elNerol y donada a =noticias
En esta ocasión el entrevistado es el artista Hector Sevilla, también conocido como =elsevilla.
Primeramente quiero agradecerte el haberte tomado el tiempo de poder contestar a esta entrevista. Para comenzar ¿ Por qué no te presentas a los lectores?.
Hola a todos soy =elsevilla .
¿Cómo conociste y llegaste a deviantART?
Por un foro, antes el deviantArt no era conocido como hoy en día, fue en un foro americano hace ya más de 7 años.
¿Qué es el arte para ti?
Lo mas cercano a la naturaleza, en la naturaleza hay armonía y composición.
¿De donde lograste tomar la inspiración para crear ese estilo?
Mezcla de lo que veo a diario, no lo llamaría estilo, pero se dio con las diferentes mezclas de gente que admiro como terada o miwa shirow
20 Preguntas para tus clientes20 Preguntas para tus clientes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Antes de iniciar cualquier proyecto es esencial obtener información preliminar de sus clientes. Esto ayudará a allanar el camino para el éxito del proyecto y ayudar a la visión del cliente.
Muchas de las preguntas que figuran a continuación también pueden ayudar en la elaboración de un presupuesto para su cliente. Cosas como los plazos, utilización, etc deberían tenerse en cuenta en los precios.
Desde mi punto de vista principalmente en el diseño de logotipos es, conseguir información preliminar para construir satisfactoriamente el nuevo proyecto. Asimismo, muchas de estas preguntas se pueden aplicar a otras formas de diseño, así que siéntete libre de integrarla en tus preguntas para diversas ramas del diseño.
* CUESTIONES RELACIONADAS CON LA EMPRESA *
1 - ¿Cómo describiría sus servicios y / o productos?
2 - ¿Cuáles son las metas a largo p
11 paradojas del Grafic Desing11 paradojas del Grafic Desing6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
En los siguientes párrafos, leeremos toda una serie de paradojas.
1) No hay tal cosa como malos clientes: sólo malos diseñadores.
A nosotros nos encanta culpar a nuestros clientes por un trabajo pobre. Cuando los proyectos se vuelven amargos, siempre es la culpa del cliente -- nunca nuestra --. Por supuesto que hay malos clientes. Pero diseñadores tratándolos mal usualmente los convierten en malos clientes. Como diseñadores, terminamos con los clientes que merecemos.
2) La mejor forma de aprender a ser un mejor diseñador gráfico es convertirse en cliente.
En las pocas ocasiones en que he pagado por un diseño gráfico, he aprendido más sobre ser un diseñador que en cualquier otra cosa que haya hecho. Es sólo al encomendar a otros diseñadores que descubrimos que muchos de nosotros no somos muy buenos en articular lo que hacemos o cómo trabajamos. Para muchos clientes, l
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
JackDrabble: Glory HallelujahJack Casey was a deeply religious man. He always made certain to bring the Good Lord into his life.JackDrabble: Glory Hallelujah6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He thanked God every day for making Cadence a deep sleeper. For if she were not, how would he have ever gotten the chance to sample the sweet scent of her hair? To taste the soft skin of her neck and feel her very life pulsing against his lips? To run his hands down the filmy nothing of her nightgown and know that one day soon, every inch of her- inside and out- would be his?
The answer is plainly that he would not have, for Cadence was nothing at all like the women hed preyed upon in life. That is, his advances were never welcomed with grateful, coy smiles. More often they were met with uncomfortable silences. And the one time hed managed to try and kiss her, he was quite surprised when he was slapped rather than passionately embraced.
How confusing and different she was. How alluring.
He couldnt wait to feel that first squelch of bile as he crushed