HA: PrologueTHE SHORTMAN FAMILYHA: Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Abner Shortman (1830-1921)
• Born in rural New York.
• His father, Cornelius Shortman (1800-1891), was a veteran of the War of 1812. Cornelius made the military his career, eventually reaching the rank of colonel. He was retired by the time of the Civil War.
• Abner’s great-grandfather fought in the American Revolution.
• Abner is a Civil War Veteran (of the Union).o Served as a Scout.
o Member of the Grand Army of the Republic (a Union veterans’ group)• Moved to the Washington Territory in the late 1860s, on the settlement that later became incorporated as Hillwood.
• First marriage in 1855 to Sarah Cooper (1830-1882). Had 10 children, only five of whom lived past infancy or childhood. Sarah died in 1882 from cholera. Those children who lived to adulthood include Abner Shortman Jr. (1857-1882) Dies only two days after his mother, also from cholera. Another child of Abner
The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 2I looked at Pride Rock and said, "This place is beautiful." I looked to see a bunch of lionesses out on the rock and saw them looking over. I felt my ears twitch and heard some of them murmur, "What's a leopard doing here? Where did she come from? How did she get here? Her eyes look different than the others."The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I saw a mandrill with some kind of stick walking over from the giant mountain; I knew who the mandrill is and it's none other than Rafiki. He walked over towards us and smiled, "Ah, Mufasa! Good to see you that you have returned safely." Mufasa welcomed the monkey with a sort of hug as he wrapped his paw around Rafiki's back saying, "Good to see you again, old friend. How is Sarabi?"
"The queen is healthy and happy as always," Rafiki answered. He looks at me and circles around me with curiosity. Rafiki said, "Who is this, Mufasa? A new friend? Hmm, she seems a little odd with her posture." Rafiki placed a hand on my head, then I winced a bit from the bruise I had earlier. I said,
The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 3Third Person POVThe Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
The sun began to rise as the animals of the savannah looked over the horizon. The birds began to fly towards Pride Rock as various animals began to head over. Giraffes, zebras, cape buffalo, elephants, rhinos, cheetahs, wildebeests, antelopes, and monkeys came towards the majestic rock to see their new future king.
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
It's the Circle of Life and it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
Zazu flew tow
Wells, Hugs, and EncountersWells, Hugs, and Encounters2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wells, Hugs, and Encounters
The purple miasma dissipated around them, letting her eyes view the man holding her by the waist with a possessive, yet dedicated touch. It was as if he was afraid to touch her, but at the same time, he needed to feel the warmth of her body under his trembling hands.
He looked desperate to have her next to him, but his actions made her question things she'd been certain about since their separation. Why he chose magic. Could it be that she'd been wrong all this time and he really did treasure magic more than anything and anyone. But his expression when he saw her again said the opposite, and his words and the way he spoke them was like a man awakening from a nightmare. He'd babbled nonsense, at least to her, and she didn't understand anything that was happening or why. She was in a strange world and a stranger, Jefferson, gave her the means to find him so he'd protect her from the queen.
He said all magic came with a price and she wondered the cost he'd have
EnglandXReaderXFrance-A Dip in the Channel-Part 1A Dip in the Channel Part 1- An England X Reader X France insertEnglandXReaderXFrance-A Dip in the Channel-Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
What's the space separating two long time rivals and allies? Why it's the English Channel, or as the French call it, La Manche, a sea boarder that keeps England and France from ripping each other's throats out.
You, dear reader, are figuratively put in this otherwise compromised neutral space, however not without years of fighting over anyway. This puts France and England in a position to make a very rare compromise with each other, allows them to exchange their love for you; something they might not get to do unless they share you.
Time period is Now ish, with mentions of the Olympic opening ceremony and of younger days.
If there was any particular person who had not felt good about them selves for a long while, then it was certainly Arthur Kirkland, the representative of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Adjusting his patriotic Union Jack cuff links, qui
Do you really want to know?Do you really want to know?Do you really want to know?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Know that I am fading.
Do you really want to know?
That I am slowly breaking.
I am not sure how much time,
I have until I'll pull this trigger.
I just want the night to be over.
But what's the difference,
When morning is no better?
When even the light,
Enough to chase away the dark.
What Friends Are ForTo feel unlovedWhat Friends Are For5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To feel betrayed
What are friends for?
To leave you hurt and lonley?
To say "I love you"?
To make you shed endless tears?
These so-called "friends" can be confusing
They can let the littlest things get to you
They don't care if you cry
They'll just slap you in the face
Not a care in the world as they walk away laughing
You stand in the rain as you watch them
Thinking about better times
Whatever happened to the kids you used to know?
Who weren't accusing bitches
Who believed everything they heard
All so close
Now so far apart
You know friends come and go
What doesn't these days?
These thoughts occupy your brain
As you sit alone sobbing
Let them destroy someone else.
ConfessionI confessConfession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am not myself
I am the faceless waste of my influences
That I obey the media like a god
And society like a saint
That I am one of the crowd
I do what is expected
What is wanted and what is told
Even when I know it is wrong
That I cannot think
I am a walking machine
That has given up freedom and thought
For the sake of a simpler life
That I hate based on color
On sex and religion
Unless it is popular
To say I love instead
That I am a murderer
A thief and a scoundrel
I witnessed the greatest crimes of our time
And stood by in silent admiration
That I hated because they told me to
I killed because I wanted to
And lied because I could
But worse, I let others do the same
That I'd do anything they'd allow
And everything they'd want
That I prefer to hate myself
Then for them to hate me
All this I confess
GaspThere was noGasp2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
Encuentros Fortuitos 7Encuentros Fortuitos 73 years ago in Drama More Like This
¿Cuánto tiempo tardara antes de que ese cachorro quiera presumir su victoria? Pregunto Bengalí, abandonando el juego de ajedrez para servirse otro vaso de licor.
No lo hará, Leo es diferente.
Eso piensas ahora. Bengalí estaba genuinamente preocupado por la seguridad y la falta de sentido común que Tygus estaba mostrando. Pero cuando ese león obtenga lo que desea de ti te abandonara.
Tygus no contradijo las palabras de Bengalí, tampoco tuvo una oportunidad, ya que de pronto Torr se interpuso entre los dos tigres tratando de llamar su atención, era una de sus noches libres antes de una misión importante, no debían echarla a perder discutiendo sobre el comandante Leo.
¡Tiempo fuera! Pronuncio interponiéndose entre ellos.
Tygus inmediatamente decidió escucharlo, no discutiría con Bengalí por cosas sin importancia, ellos era
So much for being friends!I tried to tell you how I feltSo much for being friends!1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you never understood me.
So, I put my feelings on a shelf,
Hoping someday I'd be set free.
People come and people go
That is what I've learned.
But I got too close to raging fires
No wonder I got burnt.
You were the only one I ever trusted;
Secrets flew away.
I gave you everything you ever wanted
Every single day.
I should have known that this would happen,
It would all come to an end.
I guess I'm the fool for trusting you;
So much for being friends.
Larry Stylinson Pt.6Larry Stylinson Pt.62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Paul ran at us. We stayed holding hands.Louis squeezed harder every step Paul and Simon took. I rubbed his hand softly. Once Paul and Simon reached us they were smiling.
Paul: This is great!!!!!!! All the fans love it!!!
Louis: So me and Harry can date?
Simon nodded irratated but ok with the fact it would keep One Direction popular. I kissed Louis's cheek and all the boys ran up behind Paul and Simon out of breath.
Liam: Sorry... We couldn't hold them off anymore.
Harry: It's alright they said its ok that we date!
Zayn: WOOHOO! FInally i got some gay friends.
Louis laughed really loud at that comment. This was Louis's real laugh and it was so cute. I smiled at him. We were still holding hands. I liked being taller than Louis. It was fun. We all joined onto the bus after the VIP signing and pictures.
Niall: Where are we eating?
Liam: The club.
Zayn: yea you can eat at the bar.
Niall: Wait, why are we going to a club.
Louis: To celebrate Harry and I dating and
Broken Body, Dead Dreams, Lost HeartOnly you caused a broken body, dead dreams, lost heartBroken Body, Dead Dreams, Lost Heart2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Your existence is a chronic disease, a repetition of pain
It would have hurt less if we didn't meet at all
The greatest pain to me,
My heart aches behind these shadows
I worry that you might notice my feelings
Once the music ends, you will be with her forever
And I get scared that the gap between us would widen
only disappointments will remain
But my standard is different from you
You should be happy if you are like this
Hope you will bury our promise of being together forever
When I act like this I realize I am actually young
I may seem like I am dying but I will not die
The world tells me I cannot
I tried to be fine, trying to change the subject
A life without you is like an imprisonment for life
Possibility Chapter 6Possibility Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone left the mall and I was waiting to be picked up by my brother outside while Mikey was waiting for his mom. We sat next to each other on the curb which was kind of awkward. I like him a lot, but I know he doesn't feel the same way. I mean, he has so many girls drooling over him and he just seems like someone who can't commit to one person, ugh. I hate falling for the bad boy My phone vibrated in my pocket and Riana was calling and I was about to pick up when Mikey started talking so I just hit end.
"So," he said "So " I said back. Ugh! Could this be any more awkward? "It's dark huh?" he said leaning back propping himself up with his hands. "Uh, yeah," I said looking up. Seriously that's all he was gunna say? I sighed and then he looked up and asked me, "So, you like anybody?" My eyes got wide and then I told him, "Yeah, but he doesn't feel the same way " He smirked and looked up at the street light. Then I looked at him and smiled a
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
Necrotic NightA crescent moon hung over the city of Hillwood on Halloween night as a blustery wind blew a patch of autumn leaves along the city street. On the sidewalk a tall, blonde haired woman in a ghostly white flowing dress walked hand in hand with a young man in a suit with a fedora atop his oddly shaped head. Dark circles of eye makeup surrounded the bright blue orbs of the woman as she looked over at the man, laughing at a joke he had just told her.Necrotic Night2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Oh, Arnold. Stop it! You're going to make me laugh so hard that tears are going to come out of my eyes, then I'll look really scary! On second thought, maybe that wouldn't be so bad " Arnold laughed at that idea.
"Dressing up as the ghost bride is terrifying enough, Helga. You know you're going to freak Harold out when he sees you at the Halloween dance. Remember how he wet himself in the graveyard when we were kids?" Helga nodded between raucous cackles and snorts of glee.
"How could I forget?! That was a pretty good night," she flashed a
What If?What if I told youWhat If?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'd lost the will
To live another day?
What if I told you
That because of you
I may not laugh again?
What if I told you
That I don't care
About myself anymore?
What if I told you
That my entire life
Is spinning out of control?
What if I told you
That I'm done?
The Secret Name: into his arms? (Kuroshitsuji) 8The Secret Name: Into the parkThe Secret Name: into his arms? (Kuroshitsuji) 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
by smilingcrescent | smallsmiles
"Sebastian," Ciel purses his lips and sets the pastry down. He licks his little finger free of cream and fixes me with the most intriguing of expressions. Calculating as ever, but tempered with a desperate sort of curiosity.
Perhaps he's begun to count the days. October already.
"What do you think people think of us?" He lets out his breath in an annoyed stream. "Not like that. I mean, I've always called you my assistant, but maybe that was a little too " he pauses and casts his eyes down, displaying his eyelashes.
Sad. Shy. Two words I would rarely ascribe to ruthless Ciel Phantomhive. I consider him again. Ah, but perhaps more cunning than shy. This is part of his little scheme.
"Next time, sit down with me and at least pretend to have tea." He brushes at a few minu
Team Fortress 2- Chapter 1Team Fortress 2- Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wave goodbye to ya head, wanka."
The Sniper pulled his trigger.
The Sniper cocked the bolt on his gun and climbed down from his perch. He straightened his hat as he walked to his camper van, a triumphant grin on his face partially hidden behind his mirror shades. He started it up and drove over the bumpy terrain of the Australian outback, his dashboard bobble head bouncing wildly.
Life on the Australian outback ain't easy. It was hot, dry; loads of animals itchin to finish ya off; Ya had to be dressed properly. Wide brimmed hat to keep the sun outta your eyes. Long sleeved shirt for when the going got tough(his shirt was khaki) and a vest with pockets full of ammo. A good kukri didn't hurt neither.
He'd spent many nights sleeping in the compartment above the cab of his camper van. Sometimes he'd run out of ammo and have to pull out his kukri to do the job. But no matter how bleak things seemed, he always prevailed in the end.
Sometimes it was too hot to do anything,
SugarSometimes I think my mother took thalidomide,Sugar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Except the phocomelia struck my heart and not my limbs;
My hands, left all too capable, too strong perhaps
For one without two ventricles, or even one.
But that is not to say that monsters can’t be angels,
Angels monsters. My mercy is as heaven’s: by the coin,
One transient side to each unwanted fate, for no one
Is of saccharine, through and through.
Words of struggleWords of struggle3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Right now I cease to see peace
From a war in the middle east
To disease and poverty
Willing to spill blood for oil
Manufacturing guns with less recoil
Ready to kill
And let their families head for the hills
We give our own kids pills
We drink over caffinated drinks for a thrill
Surprised we have not already all written our wills
Get a GED and only work at the mills
Ignoring all previous skills
We cant stay still
And avoid the ill
Take action and fill the people with truth
Too destroy and loot
Is not the answer
But is too fight
Peaceful and right
I Remember YouI Remember You2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were my everything, Simon.
You were my like a father, Simon.
I trusted you.
Looked up to you,
Relied on you,
I loved you, Simon.
You'll never know how much I loved you.
Never know how much I cared,
Never know how much I adored you,
You'll never know how much I yearned to have you back, Simon.
Oh, my dearest Simon,
Why did you love that damned crown so much?
The icy madness had consumed you before I could save you
I could have saved you...
I need you Simon!
How could you not see that,
When everything was so clear?
You blinded fool my darling Simon
You became consumed with insanity, Simon.
An insanity that is too much for your brain.
You can't help anything now.
You don't remember anything, do you, Simon?
Why did you do this?
Why did you have to wear the crown,
The very crown which you warned me about?
Why, oh why, my dearest Simon?
I was but a little girl!
A little girl lost in the wreckage of the world,
But you found me...
And you gave me
The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 1Along the tall grasslands of Africa, a young woman in her early 20s was holding a camera and taking pictures of an antelope herd. The woman has fair skin, medium golden-brown hair tied back in a pony with a few tendrils hanging out, and blue eyes. She wore a pair of sunglasses, a white tank top, tan shorts, and a pair of brown sandals. The woman is named Victoria.The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She snapped a few pictures of the antelope and said to herself, "Perfect. Can't wait to show the folks what Africa's like up close." Victoria looks through her camera and sees a few snapshots of wildebeests, gazelles, lions, cheetahs, meerkats, elephants, rhinos, and a few monkeys. Taking out a bottle of water from her bag, she took a sip and looked to see a butterfly flutter around. It landed on Victoria's finger, which made the woman smile and watch the butterfly flutter away from her finger.
Victoria looked to see the antelope herd running fast when a group of lionesses ran after them, hunting for their prey. She stayed lo