New Body, New DecisionWhen Paul opened his eyes all he could see was colors. Vibrant colors, the same colors of his scales, danced in front of his eyes.
"What's going on," he whispered, only to realize that his voice had changed to a raspy growl.
His back, mainly down his spine, felt strange and on fire and when he reached behind him to touch his back, a tentacle wrapped around his wrist. Finally, as Paul's vision cleared and his wrist was freed from the tentacle, he turned around to look at what had become of him. Scales covered his entire back, shinning with grim beauty. However, that wasn't what made his throat tighten in terror.
Down his spine, between a chasm of ripped flesh and black blood, were thousands of razor sharp tentacles that ranged from the size of your pinky finger to the length of your arm. Shaking, Paul dropped his gaze down to his hands in his lap which had morphed into talons.
"Paul," a soft voice called from the side of the room. Paul's gaze shot up and, huddled in a leap, was Maya. Th
A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."A Shower and a Change3 years ago in Writing More Like This
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint scent of metal. Like a cup full of coins. Or a bloodied nose.
"Shit!" A stream of blood ran down his nostrils, over his lip and down his chin. Paul dropped the trousers to the bathroom floor and watched the b
A Man Reborn"Go."A Man Reborn3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughed back the bits of dust and plaster. "Paul," she breathed, wincing at the mass of flesh Tal'shen had left in her wake. She went to him, gasping at his flayed carcass, nothing more than quivering bits of meat and bone. She closed her eyes. One chance.
Skin Glowing From WithinLysanna felt a sudden change in her breathing, and knew than that something had happened to her Progeny. Though the organism was still very small, she shared a psychic link with it that would remain as it transferred from host to host. When the growth cycle was complete, the bond she had with the tiny bit of life would be severed as it emerged from the host with its own consciousness.Skin Glowing From Within3 years ago in Writing More Like This
She looked in the mirror at her gaunt face, the colors of her life force faded and barely moving under the surface of her tightly stretched, translucent skin. Her time in this world was diminishing and with every dying moment she hoped that her progeny would take hold in it's new host. She had tried transferring her progeny to the humans many times before, and felt the twinge of pain as it was violently rejected, leaving the host in throes of agony as it expelled the last bits of the strange organism. But this time, she was hopeful, for the progeny had thrived longer in t
Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep3 years ago in Writing More Like This
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered
Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: BrethrenMaya wore confusion on her face.Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: Brethren3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul had always been short with words; this time would be no different.
"I know everything now."
Maya watched as he floated upwards through the hole in the ceiling.
There was no time to tell her what he had seen. What it was like to die while psychically connected to another being and how, in that moment, the mind-soul rides that tether like a roller coaster searching for the end of the track. That he rode that tether through the mind of Tal'shen and then into its mother, witnessing their lives, truths and stories.
No time to explain that he knew her race, perhaps better than her. That for millennia these stained glass people worshiped science as humans worshiped gods, and evolved a culture of unraveling the complex mysteries of the mathematical universe. They were a race that evolved exponentially because each was dedicated to self-improvement. He saw that, over time, there was a great shift - physical and mental - and an age came to pass when their mi
StarsWritten under the starsStars3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wrote my vows to you
That no matter if we ventured far
We would do what we'd have to do
I kissed you goodbye
Tears staining my lips
And I kept wondering why
I would have to leave this
Thousands of miles away from you
I sat there all alone
Not knowing what to do
Felt like I was lost, left to fight on my own
But then I looked up at the stars
Saw them looking back at me
And although the distance between us was far
I knew under the stars was where you'd be
You asked what I would miss when I went away
I told you the stars and you
And you told me that I was your day
And that you were my moon
And if I had the choice
To choose between having you and the stars
I would use every breath, until I had no voice
To be where you are
The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most3 years ago in Writing More Like This
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked. Lost in his fears, he never noticed the black, windowless van pull up next to him until he heard the van door slide back violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled him out of the grey London mist into darkness.
He awoke with a headache, disoriented. His eyes would not focus and he began to panic, his heart pounding in his ch
Odyssey II Chp VI: Something Worse than NobodyPart of his foremost tentacle spun across the room, followed by a trail of shimmering black ichor. Maya’s blade brought a paradox to his senses. His injured limb accepted the cold steel. It felt right when she cut him, as if his flesh knew it was being purified. At the same time, pain screamed through him, reeling from the touch of the metal, causing what remained of the tentacle to spasm.Odyssey II Chp VI: Something Worse than Nobody3 years ago in Writing More Like This
A seizure. The memory of the subway surfaced, and for a moment he wasn’t in the room anymore. He clung to those little flashes of memory, grasped at every word he remembered in order to keep his mind working, to keep himself. The creature sharing his body struggled to escape the pain, to fight back, but not while he still held some control. He felt a tingling pressure reverberating through him. The bones of his mouth cracked and split, his teeth melting away and forming a hard cephalopod beak.
Maya. Could she carve him free? The creature within him pulsed and her face vanished from his me
Techno-Colored PsychosisPaul's eyes came into focus just as Maya walked into the room, but something was different about her. Her face looked sunken and her eyes seemed glazed and black. The whole of the roomed looked as though it was changing color, flipping from one monochromatic scheme to a neon rainbow and back again. Paul began to pant and panic as she drew near him, he'd never been so terrified. He crawled away into the corner of the room, shivering, barely catching his breath, twisting his head back and forth as he flinched at every shadow.Techno-Colored Psychosis3 years ago in Writing More Like This
“Paul? What's wro-” Maya 's jaw dropped at the sight of Paul's transformation.
Large glossy scales crept up from his thigh across his torso, they flicker in the dim light and changed color. They were iridescent, bright, shimmering with all the hues of the rainbow. The eight new arm-length tentacles creeping out from behind his back matched his new scales in color. They almost seemed to glow as they thrashed from side to side.
Maya held her mouth in shock
Odyssey Propulsion 7Odyssey Propulsion 73 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
Odyssey Propulsion 7
He who birthed the strange tale into our world with a spurt of kaleidoscopic intergalactic vomit has now decided its end. CliveBarker has chosen his favorite Chapter Eight to bring the multi-imagined Hydra-headed beast of a story to the end. All that remains is Chapter Eight illustration submissions remaining open for the next two weeks. And with the perfect visual, Odyssey II: Propulsion will become another hallmark in deviantART history.
So many writers and artists from around the world contributed amazing gifts of their wildest imaginations, collaborating with each other and offering suggestions and encouragement to
Sonamy-Old love never diesThere he was, standing outside her castle. A suitcase in each hand. Sonic couldn't believe what just happened, she had just threw him out, dumped him like a pile of trash. Slowly he began walking away from the castle, his ears dropped sadly. What had he done so wrong? He had always been there for her and now, because of one little argument thisSonamy-Old love never dies4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Before he knew it, his feet had brought him to an old friend he hadn't seen in years. Nerves pinched his stomach as he raised his hand to the door, ready to knock on it. A soft hesitating knock followed, the door still made the same sound since he left
It sounded so rough; 'since he left ' It had been five years since he started living in the Acorn castle He had told them of course, but they looked all so sad, especially Amy. She had left after he told them he was getting together with Sally. After that Amy didn't show up again.
He snapped out of his thoughts when the door opened. The young fox, now at an age
Odyssey II Submission: Chapter OneCHAPTER ONE: WORLD'S ENDOdyssey II Submission: Chapter One3 years ago in Writing More Like This
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. J.M. Barrie
The young redhaired woman was admiring herself in a full-length mirror. The vintage dress she was modeling reflected her fondness for the antique. She still laughed to think of how as a teenager she'd wandered from Victoria Station all the way down to the World's End area of the King's Road, somehow naively thinking that some glittering remnant of a 1960s storefront would magically appear.
A casual observer might have placed her in her late 20s or early 30s, with a sly smile that suggested a rare intelligence bubbling just below the surface. It was there to note or no; most did not and would discover that they'd badly misjudged her abilities. There were countless fresh-faced office boys who, upon attempting to engage her in some local gossip or office smut, found themselves galloping away with their tails (or other parts) between
Shadow T. Hedgehog- Just a DreamThe day of the concert...Shadow T. Hedgehog- Just a Dream3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was looking through the curtains and saw lots of gals and guys but...
She's not here...
"It's time..." I look at my back and look at the drumer without any emotion...
though...she's not coming.
"Alright..." I sighed and prepared.
It was dark...but then...lights came out and I hold the mic tightly.
The music started playin' and the crowd went wild.
I closed my eyes at first and think about her smile.
Then...I quickly open my eyes and sang...
I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.
Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?
Open my eyes, yea
Amy Rose- Where have you been?This is just so unforgivable....Amy thought as she sighed.Amy Rose- Where have you been?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was the number one fan of Sonic and would chase him everywhere but this time, she had no idea where to look for him.
Where have you been, Sonic? I need you in my life. If only I could sing or maybe get a message to him around the world....nah maybe it's just hopeless....
She was walking in the street in a starry night and something caught her attention
She quickly read the article and it said:
'Need a beautiful singer to sing: 'Where have you been' by Rihanna.
If you got it, you could be famous!
The participants singing will be broadcast all over the world!
Judges will also need help from our audience, the beautiful you sing, the more impress the Judges and Audience will be!'
Hmm...I don't want to be famous, but I want to catch Sonic's attention for just awhile.
I wonder where...
She looks at the bottom part and read the address.
Wow it's this building. She sweat drop.
Sonic T. Hedgehog- I'm SorryI hate myself....Sonic T. Hedgehog- I'm Sorry3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'M SUCH AN IDIOT!
It all happens so fast...faster than what I've...never thought...
it would be....
All this rain wanted to make me cry more...
From all the guilt, the sadness....
And the painful words I said to...her...
It felt like seconds ago, I couldn
Shadamy Bad daysAfter a long day at the university a rosy hedgehog was exhausted. But one thought was keeping her cheerful during the whole day.Shadamy Bad days6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That thought was "Finally! Finally! The waiting will come to an end and I'll see him again! He promised! Cant'w waitcan'twait "
His last mission took a whole week to accomplish, but during it he called her once in a while. This time he wasn't allowed to use any kind of communication units in order not to blow his cover and his mission lasted longer.
Through all that time Amy was worrying, drowning herself in a daily routine and blankly staring at the ceiling in the evenings hoping that he was alright.
She also had some slippery doubts that the mission was merely an excuse but she tried to drive those thoughts away.
"Today! Today! Today!" was beating in her heart on the way home.
The electric signs and the street lamps lightened the road. Westopolis wasn't a bad city to live in, but without Shadow Amy wasn't able to see it's full beauty which he adm
Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat-Starships“This is the best day of our LIVES!”Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat-Starships4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a spectacular beach in the night, the moon shines beautifully as the water reflects it. An event was happening and Sonic and Friends were invited.
It was a BEACH PARTY!
Everyone was having so much fun! Everyone came and laugh, dance, sing, swim, even ate delicious foods! The party was hosted by a white bat that is always glamorous, Rouge!
It was night and a stage was there. The final thing they need to do before they could finish is to sing. Everyone was wearing their swimsuits and Rouge came up to the stage wearing a black tube and a white skirt and also green slippers. Sonic and his friends were staying in front of the crowd.
“Hey Everyone! I am so happy that you all came to this party! Now, after this, we’re done…”
“Aweeeeeee!” The crowd said.
“But we will still have lots of fun tomorrow!”
“Yay!” Then, they whistled and cheered.
Odyssey Propulsion 6Odyssey Propulsion 63 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
Odyssey Propulsion 6
We want to especially thank an elite core of Odyssey II writers:
Those deviants truly embodying the spirit of the project by continuing to create and submit next chapters – no matter the story’s refusal to go along with their proposed direction. The zeitgeist is a powerful force, but the artist must know when to sail against the been-there-done-that. And our writers, artists and poets have been doing that week after week. So many artists and writers continue to send in wonderful material week after week.
We have decided to extend the writing deadline for the last chapter to December 31 and we're
Amy Rose-ImpossibleI was running…Amy Rose-Impossible4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
running away…from Him…
He broke my heart...
He really did….
Nothing’s changed….until now.
Guess I was too annoying for him…
Chasing him around…asking him to marry me...
Yeah…Sonic broke my heart…guess that’s not a surprise even.
My hair…my red dress…boots…are soaked.
I don’t care…the rain’s perfect in this situation.
I stopped running and walked now…
Amy Rose ft. Shadow and Knuckles-AirplanesIt was a lonely night and everything was silent except the crickets making sounds. There, a pink hedgehog was walking and saw an echidna and an ebony hedgehog with red stripes. She showed a weak smile and went to them.Amy Rose ft. Shadow and Knuckles-Airplanes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hey Knuckles…Shadow.” She force out a smile at them.
They nod at her and said, “Hey…”
The three animals walk together in complete silence and they stopped on a cliff. There was a tree that stood proudly as Shadow lean on it and cross his arms while Knuckles put his hand on his hip and look at the pink hedgehog as she look at the twinkling stars.
“So what were you doing in this night?”
They heard her say as she sighed.
“I was just taking a walk and saw Shadow so I went with him.” Knuckles said.
“What he said…How ‘bout you, Rose?”
She looks at them and sighed.
“Just lonely…It’s complicated.”
The two males nod their heads and sighed.
Then they heard
Odyssey Propulsion 5We have decided to extend the writing deadline for the last chapter to December 31 and we're expanding the Word count to 800 words for our final chapter! Artists will then have two full weeks to illustrate our final chapter - meaning artwork for Chapter 8 will be due by January 14, 2013. Any Animations/films and poetry deadlines are now extended until Jan 14! We will then unleash, I mean publish, this tale of Paul’s very unexpected journey!Odyssey Propulsion 53 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
The final battle to block Tal’shen’s launch of the takeover of Earth. Paul, from whose own body Tal’shen, the gelatinous beaked tentacled monster, was gestated and born. Paul says he knows how to destroy the creature. And who better than he, he being half “mother” of the monster.
So now 800 words, give or take, is the space we have to wind up our story, a story that has expanded and mutated like the first bit of subway vomit that was Paul’s ticket into what has now swollen to Lovecraf
I'll be WaitingShadows P.O.VI'll be Waiting8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Emotions. Theyre said to be any strong agitation of the feelings actuated by experiencing love, hate, fear, etc., and usually accompanied by certain physiological changes, as increased heartbeat or respiration, and often overt manifestation, as crying or shaking by the dictionary. In all truth emotions are only a distraction. A detail that must be learned to control in order to succeed in life. Useless reactions to consequences or causes. The cause is the action and the effect should be indifference. Feeling happiness, love or sorrow is useless. A waste a time, really. I used to believe this. I used to think that feeling love only served to make you an enamored fool. I still do, partially. My bloody instincts are making me falter though. Hesitating and losing control isnt an option though. Why did I start feeling these insignificant emotions? When did this even start? My subconscious knows too well but I wont admit it to the wo
Her RisingMaria Robotnik awakened in a cool, dark place. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with curiosity, as this place was soothing and calm. Upward there was a dull lightfar out of reach, unfortunately. Though she longed to rise and wander, she found an open stomach wound anchoring her to the floor. She winced and whined in pain. Her hand rose to nurse her bleeding stomach, finding her movements to be light and airyinhuman. Maria could not understand.Her Rising3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her mind raced through the last memories she had before passing out; the ARK, sending Shadow to Earth, and...a gunshot. That's right, she realized; she was shot as she was sending Shadow to safety. For but a moment she sank into grief. Then she realized the fate that her terminal illness had sealed for her; she was to succumb to death sooner than the others she knew. NIDS was a painful disease, so perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.
Her blood seeped through her dress. The air felt colder. She closed her eyes again
(Shadamy) ~Your love is worth a Poison~Why me? Just....why me? Amy thought as she peek through the stage curtains. It was finally the time for the talent contest for groups and she looked very nervous.(Shadamy) ~Your love is worth a Poison~4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was wearing a dark red shirt, black jeans and red sneakers. She was already an 16 year old girl, her looks have change but her personality is still the same. The name of the group she's with was called 'Beauty's Faith' but it change into 'Black Roses'.
That name was changed after Rouge asked her to replace her. It was Rouge's group but when she got sick, she gave the group to the only person she could think of...Amy Rose.
"I wish I could say no to her..." She whispered as she sighed.
She heard a familiar voice and was happy to see Shadow. He was wearing red sneakers, black pants and a red vest (only a vest, no shirt...). The other guys and gals were wearing the same outfit as Amy and Shadow.
"Nothing..." She answered.
"I heard you..."
"Then why do you have to ask, 'What'????"
He shrugged and she sighed deep