On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
Truth Without Love?(2/04/2014)Truth Without Love?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see this happen way too often, even in the comments section of my own deviations; you can even see it happening on the pages of my stamps:
Too often I will see an atheist post a comment in disagreement with the deviation, and a believer replies to that atheist's comment in the same snarky manner as the atheist who disagreed. And the comments will go on and on in snark-to-snark combat as they attempt to correct each other.
What's worse, sometimes even an atheist won't necessarily be acting snarky--perhaps just having an honest disagreement with reason behind it--but the so-called "Christian" who tries to correct them does act snarky to them, even so much as insulting the non-believer for his/her statements.
Well guess what? Out of my love for all of you and my love for God's Truth, prepare to face some honest and well-needed correction.
Do you know what the bible says about that kind of attitude that t
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
Glazes Part 2Glaze Recipes Part 2Glazes Part 24 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Floating Blue Revision 1
Nepheline Syenite 41
Gerstley Borate 17
Frit 3134 13
Red Iron Oxide 2
Cobalt Carbonate 1.5
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v111 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pÓr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
The Ghost and The Gale (and the Picsees).Today is Halloween and that means tricky treats! We promise not to do any sneaky tricks but we do have a little treat for you! It’s a wee story we wrote...a ghost story...The Ghost and The Gale (and the Picsees).2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GHOST & THE GALE (and the Picsees).
You might have heard many a tale of ghosts and ghouls before, and chances are you've heard one or more on this, the day of Halloween. But mark these very words...for when you look back upon them you will see it foretold that you've never heard a tale quite like this before...
It happened one night not too long ago. The moon was new and the thin slice of light visible on its face only moments earlier was now masked by a thick veil of fog drifting over the cold north sea into the heart of Scotland where a wee little village lay sleeping. Not a soul was awake...or so it seemed, as it would have been near impossible for a mortal eye to see the three figures walking in the shadows of the only road cutting through this wee village...but this is not the scary part cause w
Easter Sunday--S.H.Its been about 1862 years now since the event that causes this day each year to be celebrated. I think, probably, it has lost the meaning with most of the people that celebrate it. As I smoke my morning pipe and look down out of my window, I see many people, dressed in their finest, on their way to church.Easter Sunday--S.H.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many of them go only on this day each year. Many of them will sleep or daydream, or think of their own self-righteousness during the sermon.
Their minds are very likely not on the death and resurrection that occurred in order to save their very souls. Mine most certainly was.
It was now a little less than a year since I had returned to life myself. My absence had been three years, and my friend had not acted any less stunned to see me I dare say than Jesus disciples to see him. Both had thought their master and friend had died for sure at the hands of enemies.
DeviantART's Ten CommandmentsDeviantART's Ten Commandments11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Ten Commandments of DeviantART
1. Thou shalt not put thyself before the art, or any idols of selfishness.
2. Thou shalt not take the name of deviantART in vain, nor claim it as thy own, or face penalty of banishment.
3. Thou shalt keep holy the forums and shoutbox, and only speak of adequate material in appropriate forum.
4. Thou shalt honor thy administrators and staff members, for they are the keepers of the peace and of the maintenance.
5. Thou shalt not kill a horse, only to continue to pummel its carcass on the wall of text that is the Forum.
6. Thou shalt not commit adultery of the Favourites system, such abuse is not tolerated and will result in the ceremonial urine-saturated March of the
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
What I learned from Zelda1. While it may seem like fun to go into people's houses and break their stuff, this is in fact wrong and you may be forced to pay compensation for it.What I learned from Zelda3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. The fairies may give you a second chance at life- or four.
3. You can get drunk on milk.
4. When you find something suspicious, blow it up.
5. Don't worry about falling from cliffs; you'll just respawn where you started.
6. Postmen are very reliable and dedicated public servants.
7. Averting the apocalypse is as simple as playing a few notes.
8. Translation books may just save your life one day.
9. Sometimes, goats just need to be petted.
10. Do not attack chickens. Ever.
11. Don't be discouraged from trying even if there are bigger fish in the pond.
12. Be careful to never get lost in a forest.
13. When sailing, be sure to leap over any hazards you may come across.
14. One man's trifle is another's treasure.
15. Don't play Whack-A-Mole with dragons.
16. Masks can bring either a blessing or curse- more likely the latter.
17. A visit
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
my howls are silentI, too, see the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. We are decomposing too early, our souls dying before our bodies can catch up. We are silently ravenous, a quiet craze in our hearts, not quite the same as your generation, Ginsberg. We do not shriek "Holy! Holy! Holy!" as we burn. We drown soundlessly.my howls are silent3 years ago in Letters More Like This
The overeducated, proud products of postmodernism dissolve in a lukewarm soup of ennui, bored balloons filled with hubris rather than helium. Fragile dolls with flaking bones and hair and skin like flowers wilting, weighed down by indomitable wills and insecurities... these plastic girls starve to death and diabetes in the car beside me, fantasizing about food in the passenger seat. Former nymphets gouge symbols into themselves, the bleeding crags physical outlets for the demonic depression, for the memories of beloved older brothers molesting them in the living room, while her mother sits at a hospital bedside beside a fading father.
I see the most remarkable minds crippl
Haresh Vaite, Bombay Re-Animator Chapter 2Haresh Vaite, Bombay Re-AnimatorHaresh Vaite, Bombay Re-Animator Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2. Tests and Trials
Haresh Vaite browsed the notes, memorizing figures and equations including those derived from an ancient Egyptian embalming fluid.
‘The ancient Egyptian conceived that their fluid would preserve the corpse of the mummy and enable it to travel in time.’
Haresh decided, first, to reverse the formula of the fluid. He believed that the reverse would revive the freshly buried corpse. However, he needed to either steal a corpse himself or hire a grave robber to do it. Round 10 PM, that night, he roved through the streets of Providence to search for a waif or a drunkard who might be coaxed to help him; but he found deserted streets. A poster urged residents to stay at home after 7 PM. He was unlucky and so he headed for the local cemetery alone. Inside the cemetery, he searched for abandoned tools and soon found a spade. Unearthing a coffin unaided was definitely a rigorous task, but he could not
Steampunk nation part 2Steampunk nation part 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So here's you room."said Day "Pretty cool."said Night She opened the door and looked in the room and it looked like her room on the airship she was on!"Wow."she said,Entering the room she smelled a little vanilla."Do you like it?"asked Day "Yeah."she said.Later that night,Night had settled herself on the Deck of the Independence "Well hello there,Darling."said someone "Day,i didn't think you'd find me here!"said Night "Why?Where you trying to hide from me?"he said "No..."she said "So what are you doing out here?"he asked "Well i was thinking what my friends back on the airship are doing and if they're going to be okay..."she said "I bet they will."said Day "I bet your right."said Night "Come on its late."Day said.
Two figures are sitting on a bench outside a small building,One is Captain Eva her dark red hair looked black in the night.Her jacket has blood drops on it.The other one is first class pilot Emily Crow.Her bionic arm glittered
Needs SayingIt's always the shy ones. Memories, that is. They hang back, letting bright moments of cartoons and Christmases hold your entire attention so they can creep away to a forgotten mental corner. They don't want your reverie; they want to be left alone.Needs Saying6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Some memories shouldn't be.
Some have something needs saying.
When I was eight, I thought I was a horrible child. I was greedy and selfish, wouldn't eat anything I was given, treated guest children like they were stupid, ran off three of my aunt's maids, ran out the hot bath water, could have gotten my cousin killed, and very nearly did the same for myself.
Perspective is funny that way. My aunt's ultrasounds, the ones that showed an empty womb, make so much terrible sense now. To be pregnant one day and then the next be told that you weren't, that you had never been...at least a miscarriage can be buried. How could she mourn an idea? And where was there time to? She had lambs to feed, farmhands to pay, and poachers to drive off or survive,
DyingYou know what the funny thing is about dying? It doesnt hurt as much as I thought it would. Im barely aware of the pain. Its so evenly spread out across my body, its not significant anymore. My head is wet and throbbing, and the smell of blood mixes in with the suffocating smoke. I hear a fire roaring in the distance. That must be why its so warm. Yes, Im barely conscious of the pain, but I feel the heat, and your still-warm body on top of mine.Dying7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maybe its too late for reflection, since thinking is pointless. But if only I could speak, if only I could find my voice, Id have so much to say to you. I hated it when you started working for the Bomb Squad, you know that. I thought it was too dangerous a job, and I didnt hesitate to let you know. But your patriotism and courage was also part of what I loved about you, so you continued and I let you.
You were everything to me. I can say that quite honestly. I was rather surprised when you b
Love Me DoProsper was feeling mildly awkward. He knew that it was expected, routine even, to meet his girlfriend's parents and family, but it didn't make the situation any less nerve-wracking. He had endured the interrogation from Blaire's father about his life/plans/job/future, her brothers attempting to intimidate him, and her little sister giggling over his accent, and was now convinced that he never wanted to go through anything of the sort again.Love Me Do5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blaire and Prosper were now sitting cross-legged on her old bed with the door wide open, because, as Blaire had put it, both of them behind closed doors would make her father, Tim, "uncomfortable". Prosper was quite sure that he didn't want to make her dad, a large, well-muscled fire-fighter, any form of nervous at all. Especially since her father and brothers seemed to think he needed to be glared at routinely- despite the inevitable warning he had received from them about being with Blaire.
"I know what we can do tonight," Blaire said
Trails"Near as we can tell, it exists primarily in the fourth dimension." Dr. Lenyx explained. I stepped closer to the glass in front of me and tried to figure out what was inside of it. The window was entirely obscured by what looked like a black film. I tried wiping the glass with my sleeve, but nothing came off. The obstruction was clearly on the inside of the glass.Trails1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What is it?" I tapped the glass, curious about the unexplained black film. Dr. Lenyx pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, then turned it around so that I could see it. The device was playing a video of a small black blur. For the first few seconds, the blur seemed to hardly move. I saw a man approach the glass on the side wall of the blur's room and look inside. The blur didn't seem to like that. It moved towards the glass, or rather stretched towards it. As the creature moved forward, it seemed to grow into a snake. Everywhere that it walked it left behind a solid black trail where it had been in its previou
Dahil Mahal Kitadahil hindi kita pwedeng bitawan because I can't let you goDahil Mahal Kita5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Si esi no homle y no pactaylo, muije-juete" Chinese fortune-teller, Noli me Tangere
"Alto!" he gripped the girl-a toddler-by her tanned arm, as she cried out something in her native language.
He has to still be a child like the rest of them, Spain thought, the one I christened Filipinas.
"Do you know him-do you know Filipinas?"
"Sí, señor." out of her toddler's mouth comes forth a voice of a lady, her Spanish perfect with only a few hints of her accent coming through.
He looked only once in her chocolate brown eyes, as realization struck him like a thunderbolt.
Suddenly holding the little girl close to him, Spain let unexplained tears flow freely. "I'll always be with you, mi hija." His hands wrapped around her tiny form possessively, as if a shackle. "Always."
dahil hindi mo ako makalimutan because you can't forget me
"Tungkulin ng lahat ng tao na ibigin ang kanyang tinubuang lupa. Utang daw niya pati kaligayahan
a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.a confession3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part of myself i had forgotten. like i’d dropped you when i was walking to class one day. then i came back to you, through the arbor of the rain, soaking wet and on my knees, begging, my hair and eyes a collection of weakness and water. and you were a new kind of jesus, complete with blue jeans and a crooked smile, nailed to the bed, your halo a pil
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
Holmes vs. Holmes vs. HolmesInitials are self-explanatory, but if you are lazy or confused...Holmes vs. Holmes vs. Holmes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BR Holmes: Basil Rathbone Holmes
JB Holmes: Jeremy Brett Holmes
RDJ Holmes: Robert Downey Jr. Holmes
NB Watson: Nigel Bruce Watson
DB Watson: David Burke Watson
JL Watson: Jude Law Watson
The Watsons were sitting in the kitchen calmly discussing the latest medical discoveries, the latest cases, and the antics and eccentricities of the Holmeses.
However, the Holmeses were not getting along so well. They were seated in the sitting room by the fire. JB Holmes and RDJ Holmes had started an argument about which was better.
"More people like me," said JB Holmes. "So there."
"Yeah right," RDJ Holmes rolled his eyes.
"Well, I don't have so many haters."
"At least I don't parade around in that stupid hat!"
"Hey!" said BR Holmes.
"Why is he," JB Holmes jerked his head in BR Holmes's direction, "here anyway?"
"I think they said it was because he's classic."
"Not a very good reason, is it?" said