Texture Your World ContestTell us the story of your world in textures!
We are surrounded 24 hours a day by objects that have texture, they may be smooth or bobbly, old or new, bold, bright, shiny or dull. You might see a texture every day and never notice it until you start looking. Do you sit at a desk that's textured, or pass an interesting tree on the way to work or school?
We want you, in the form of a triptych (thats 3 images forming a larger image see example here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triptych ) to tell us the story of your textured world. Each individual texture should stand on its own, both as a useful resource and as a cohesive part of the whole story. What story you tell through your texture triptych is up to you - but they must be textures that tell a story of your world in some way.
There are 3 categories for this contest, each of which you can submit to twice.
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How You Remind MeWhy must you remindHow You Remind Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the past I left behind?
You make the faces in the wind
howl their stinging reprimand,
Why must you remind
of the light I failed to find?
Complete blindness without a spark
forged my chains within the dark,
Why must you remind
of the angel who was so kind?
The warmth of fire in her eyes
only hastened her burning demise,
Why must you remind
of the voice that would always grind?
The words of a snake that learned to bark
never failed to find their mark,
Why must you remind
of the soul that has resigned?
The one person who I cannot see
the one person who is me.
Want To Sell...I would like to sell one heart,Want To Sell...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would like to sell one heart,
To someone who would hold my hand--
A hand rough and worn
--from writing and horseback riding.
A hand whose fingers are crooked and turned
--from saxophone playing and xbox gaming.
I would like to sell one heart,
To someone who would kiss my cheek--
A freckled cheek
--from genetics and the childhood sun.
A red cheek
--from a natrually tomatoe red complexion.
I would like to sell one heart,
Just carve the bloody thing out of my chest
and be done with it, already.
I would like to sell one heart,
Really, I won't even sell it... I'll pay someone to take it.
(Unless someone would actually l
L'ABBE PRESENTE : LA TYPOLOGIE DU TROLL.L'ABBE PRESENTE : LA TYPOLOGIE DU TROLL.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce texte est la suite de ceci
Reprenons, comme disait une vieille mayonnaise. Votre groupe est créé. Vous êtes le/la fondateur/trice, vous avez un cofondateur, des contributeurs. Après 5 autres nuits blanches à paramétrer les dossiers, à gérer les différents points de vue des intervenants (« pourquoi des lapins roses et pas bleus », « pourquoi la Beauce uniquement et pas Avignon », etc.) ; vous lancez officiellement le groupe ; après avoir présenté votre projet au staff de DA. Et préparez bien vos arguments… Pour faire valider « lapins roses cannibales et bondage de Shakira dans le manga pro-Lilith », c’est pas gagné.
Les soumissions arrivent. Normal, pour un groupe de bondage, me direz-vous.
Mais elles n’arrivent pas seules : avec elles, se pointent les ennuis. Aussi, vous ai-je préparé une petite typologie du Troll, qui collationne les différents points de vue et situations auxquelles s
Baldur's Gate: Adventures In The Sword Coast ProloBaldur's Gate: Adventures In The Sword Coast Prolo2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Baldur's Gate: Adventures In The Sword Coast
Prologue: Leaving Home
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you..."
For years, the lands between Waterdeep to the north of Baldur's Gate and Amn to the south bordered on the west by the Great Ocean and the east by the Wood of Sharp Teeth have been called the "Empty Lands", due to its vast stretch of wilderness that people venture into to get from one town to another. The trips are known to be dangerous, hence the name "Sword Coast", because of grisly fates that befell travelers at the hands of orcs, trolls, hobgoblins, giant spiders, and worse threats like ghasts, worgs and ettercaps. All varieties of humanoid species live in the Sword Coast: humans, elves, halflings, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, and as of right now, at this very moment, Baldur's Gate and the neighboring towns in the Sw
Date A Girl Who WritesDate a girl who will argue with you over which brand of pen is better. Who needs more RAM on her computer because of Word files, not game files. Who has two bookcases one for filled notebooks and one for other author's works.Date A Girl Who Writes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find a girl who writes. You know it's her because she'll always have a pen and a notebook with her. Occasionally a tape recorder. She's the one who would have as much fun at home on a Saturday night with her computer as she would out at a party.
You see the weird girl sitting on a park bench looking engrossed in watching the people that walk? That's the writer. They watch people, how they act, they discover how people work. All for research. For their next big novel.
She's the girl hunched over a laptop at the coffee shop, or a notepad. Her fingers are moving so fast they're only a blur to you. Her previously fresh-cooked muffin is now cold. Her tea has simmered down to a lukewarm. Sit down. She won't notice you for a moment, she's lost in a different world
Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?
And that I still don’t hate you, even now?
There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung—
to sink, so like an opened blouse colored by brine, my hope
finds refuge at the highest point, and lays itself unlocked
on barren sand to fade, suffuse with light, the way all things
in the desert turn finally, achingly white.
Pretty I'm NotPretty I'm notPretty I'm Not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smart I am
Too bad the only guys who like girls for their brains
HomeHow I've missed it soHome4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only real home I'll ever know
Slipping away through my fingers.
Tarnished sunlight spilling over hazy grey clouds
Atop ever-blue skies
Across swaying fields of warmth.
As familiar as a mother's fingers pulling comb through your hair,
There's nowhere else I'd rather be then there
Where my heart and memories take root.
If you had to pull away these many words
And leave one left
It would be warmth.
The warmth of a cousin's smile,
A restaurant where they call you by name
The warmth of pavement under a sunset.
How long has it been
My heart hidden away from heaven
Days of innocence long gone.
I've learned to call another place home
But there it's cold and barren,
And there is no warmth to calm my soul.
If I could fly back to those golden fields I would in a heartbeat,
But I must be content for now in this casing of ice
And dream yet of home for a while.
Origin of the RoseThe Origin of the RoseOrigin of the Rose3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many years ago when the earth was still young and legends and myths had not yet been made, there lived 12 powerful beings known as the Olympians. Among the 12 there was, of course, opposites. But, none more so than Artemis, the goddess of the moon and the hunt, and Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. The 2 goddesses clashed constantly. The goddess of love would turn the huntress' maidens into lovesick young women, trying desperately to catch the eyes of the young men they had sworn-off. Artemis, in reciprocation, led many hunting expeditions where the game was the snow-white doves of Aphrodite. The final straw was when, out of a pure rage, both Artemis and Aphrodite destroyed a Greek city-state, because the region had disciples of both mighty deities. When Zeus heard of this he was beside himself with rage. He ordered the 2 goddesses to return home to Olympus. On arrival, he demanded a meeting with both goddesses. After hearing both sides of the argument,
For YouCome rain, do come shineFor You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, you shall be mine
And the hurt and tears
Shall turn to smiles and cheers
Let me be your strength
Let me be your shoulder
To keep your pain away, at an arms length
As we grow older
My heart, for you, my love
Give me yours
Safe keeping's my middle name, little dove
It's no chore
I shall keep it hidden and locked away
Just promise you won't take it back someday
My Love to be...
Of Angels and Demons [LevixReaderxEren AU] 4Of Angels and Demons [LevixReaderxEren AU] 48 months ago in Horror More Like This
There's something creeping in the shadows, but do you see it first or does it see you?
It's lurking amongst your frail body, but you do not even seem to flinch or move.
You sit there awaiting a fate that is fatal, you have no clue what is to come.
The door squeaks and you hear someone moving, but you can't see where it's coming from.
Angered and hungry, it comes from behind you, with arms reaching toward you as your scream fills the night.
Hey BroHey Bro:Hey Bro3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been awhile since I've come by
I guess that's my bad this time
A lot of stuff has changed recently
And I kind of wish that you could see it all
I've got a girlfriend now, she's sweet and caring
I remember when you used to joke that I'd never get one
It always used to make me so mad...
Did you know, she's got green eyes. My favourite colour
She makes great food and I really wish she could have met you
Diablo three finally came out and I know we were waiting for that one
You always used to promise that we'd play it together sometime
But I know that it's impossible with the way things are...
I thought a lot about getting the game, walked into the store even
I tried picking it up, but my hands just kept shaking
I ended up leaving without buying anything...
You know, I still have all of our old stuff...
Your dice, your miniatures, your Paladin character sheet
It's even got that little stain in the corner, the big yellow one
I remember how pissed
I don't care if you're Gay.It disappoints me how people thinkI don't care if you're Gay.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's demeaning and disgusting for one
to love their own gender. How we
are encased and suffocated by the
chains of society's realms.
We have been brought up to believe
that a problematic equation would
be a gender in addition to the same
gender that it is ''weird'' for one
to embark on a relationship with
the same gender because it screams
and shrieks of abnormality.
I despise how people refer to being
''homosexual'' or a ''lesbian'' to be
disgraceful. The irony strikes me that
for a society that claims to be ''accepting,''
we have not made any progress
whatsoever in terms of same-gender
relationships, be it: boy and boy or
girl and girl.
Regardless of gender, they are all true
emotions. SO WHAT if a girl likes another
girl? SO WHAT if a boy likes another boy?
This is to our apparent ''accepting''
society that is refusing to acknowledge
how there is actually no abnormality in
Who are YOU to judge what is abnormal?
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 20Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 20 The EndProm Night 'Ryden' Ch. 206 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BEWARE: Band Slash!!! Don't like it? Please don't read then!!!
Kaatie scoffed. She tugged on Brendons shoulder and pulled him towards her.
Dont tell me you dont feel it too. Then she just attacked him with her lips. He tried to pull away, to look at Ryan, to do something but she was like a vacuum and quite frankly, he couldnt escape.
Ryan stared in disbelief, upon entering he couldnt really tell who was Brendon but its not as if the lights were that dim. Besides, he knew his boyfriend, the quirky way he walked and just how many strands of hair managed to fall out even when he pushed it back with 5 tons of gel. And that puppy-dog look he just gave him sure gave away that it was Brendon he was smiling at. When he sees him lip locking with some girl, he cant believe it. He doesnt want to believe it, but truth be told its not like he can. This just wasnt Brendon. Maybe not s
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 18Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 18Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 186 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band slash! Don't like it? Don't read please!!
Brendon fumbled with his fingers, hanging off the steering wheel. Before he arrived at Ryans house he parked his car at a nearby empty driveway. He tried to calm himself because he wasnt ready for the task at hand, plus it was all so sudden. Out of nowhere he started to sweat abnormally and unbuttoned his white dress shirt. He took a deep breath and reassured himself that everything would be okay. He didnt know why he was so nervous, or at least that nervous, but he started up his car again and headed down to Ryans.
Brendon struggled to keep his fingers from shaking as he rang the doorbell, happily greeted by Ms. Ross. She looked a lot like Ryan, and her locks ran down to her shoulders gleaming in the light. The blue polka-dotted dress she wore and her full red lips made her seem like a 50s pinup girl, but she was beautiful nonetheless.
Peterick Ch.1 Best FriendsI held my hand around the neck of my bass a little tighter than usual due to the stress that I was put under. Not only did Ashlee think that I was cheating on her with Lindsay Lohan, but Patrick was undressing on the other side of the room to change out of his sweaty stage clothes. He was just in his boxers now, and forced myself to look away, sitting on the old couch in our dressing room. He began to towel off the sweat, and normally I would joke about it, but tonight I was sweating a bit myself. "What's up, Pete? You look nervous." He asked, reaching for his clean pants that were hung over the back of a chair. "Nothing. Just Ashlee drama." I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest, feet resting on the edge of the seat. "Don't worry. I mean, what would give her the idea you were cheating on her with Lindsay? I mean, ew. It would be okay if she actually thought more of you but..." "I know, right? I think she's coming here tonight, though, as a surprise ambush. She heard Lindsay wouldPeterick Ch.1 Best Friends7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 11CH. 11 Prom Night 'Ryden'Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 117 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BEWARE: Band slash. Don't like it? Then please don't read!
Brendon tangled his fingers with Ryans brown locks of hair. He noticed his shirt was a bit damp where Ryan had been snuggled, he couldnt help but feel a little bad for Ryan, he didnt deserve the life he had. Brendon carefully inspected Ryans angelic figure while he slept, the sunlight coming from the window hit him perfectly, as if a halo was placed directly upon his head. Not wanting to wake him up, Brendon carefully reached for the nightstand next to his bed, and grabbed his cell phone which read a time that suggested he was 2 hours late to school. Instead of taking notice of this, or even caring, he just snuggled closer to Ryan, his arms still tightly wrapped around him. They had slept in an embrace.
Brendon? The voice startled him; he was lost in Ryans perfection that he wouldnt have realized he said anything if it wasnt for the fact that
An Apple A Day Ch. 4Ryan lay in his bed watching the glowing plastic stars, he wished they were real, then theyd glow during the day too. He set his alarm clock early so that maybe he could see Brendon when he just arrived to work, but he did have a lot to look forward to nonetheless, after all Brendon had promised to meet him again. But just the fact that he had something to look forward to tomorrow, made him want to get the current day over with. He closed his eyes and hoped to drift off to sleep.An Apple A Day Ch. 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sarah, who was the last patient to come in here with a staff infection? Brendon inquired trying to solve the mystery of the patients death earlier today. He leaned against the cheery receptionists counter.
Brendon, you know I cant disclose that information to a college student, even if you are a wonderful P.A.
Please, I really want to figure this out, the patients family deserves to know.
I know sweetie, but I cant do it, its law
Peterick Ch.3 Let's Rock.We had all finished eating and were in Patrick's living room, playing Wii's Rock Band. Patrick was back playing drums and Joe was the singer, Andy on guitar and I on bass. "Dani California" Belted from the speakers of the flat screen, and Joe's singing almost caused all of us to go deaf. "CALLLIFFFOOORRRNNNIIIAAA REESTTT INNNN PEEEAAACCCEEE..." "Youu reeeallyy nneeedd vooiiccee lesssooonnsss joeeee!" Patrick sang out, heaven's voice in an angel's body. After a few agonizing minutes of hell, Patrick finally switched to the mic, Joe going back onto drums. As he sang I was captivated, not realizing that my fingers were stumbling over the fake bass and causing a strange sound. Patrick looked back at me, questioning. "Geeze Pete you play like you've never played the bass before in your life." He joked, letting the voice score go dead. "Just get back to singin and mind your own business." I sighed with a dramatic eye-roll. "What'd you say to me?" He put the mic down on top of the TV and didPeterick Ch.3 Let's Rock.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RecessBrendon would just simply laugh whenever Ryan got a time-out for throwing spitballs at their third-grade teacher. It was funny how she never seemed to suspect that it was Brendon who was throwing the spitballs. What made it even funnier was that he was forced to wear the dunce hat while missing recess. Brendon would always peer into the classrooms window during recess. He would see Ryan slouched in a chair in a corner with a pen scratching away at a piece of paper. He would never once look up anywhere but at his paper. When the teacher would catch Brendon staring shed take away Ryans recess for tomorrow too but Ryan never seemed to care. He was never one for running around.Recess6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One day in fifth grade Brendon invited Ryan to go trick-or-treating with him. Ryan was new to the idea of accepting candy from strangers but with hesitation he agreed. He wasnt expecting to get left at a mansion, the police bagged on him for a house and yard flooded with yolks. He never had
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch.1Prom Night (A Ryden Fanfic) Chapter 1Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band slash, don't like, then please don't read!
It was the first day of school, and as always the lockers of the high school were dusty and rusty. The floor could actually be seen, but that was only because no students had invaded the grounds yet, and the smell of old and new text books was in the air.
Brendon walked in the wide red front doors as last years prom king, along with his girlfriend Kaatie. They were walking hand in hand. They kissed in the middle of the hallway upon entering, ignoring the shouts coming from all directions and the horse playing of all the kids around them. They didnt even notice the welcoming senior banner fall down on them. They were the stars of the school, and it didnt matter who you were, you knew every little detail about them whether you wanted to or not. They had the whole school wired, and worst of all they seemed inseperable.
Ryan entered the school in his usual improper posture. He slou
An Apple a Day Ch. 7Where a warm, huddled body lay in Ryans arms, so did fear and uneasiness. His blood pressure climbed with his goosebumps and he was no longer in a world of miracles.An Apple a Day Ch. 76 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dont tell me youre falling for that bullcrap. George was seated in his large loveseat chair casually skimming the newspaper. One story in particular caught his eye; it was about a teen suicide.
Dad, I respect what youve made for me, but please accept that Im old enough to make my own decisions. And Ive made mine. Ryan tinkered with his belt loop paying close attention to his shoes, waiting for his dad to take his nose out of the paper.
Cleary youre still too young to make good ones. The 17-year-old-boy was so alone, that jumping off a bridge didnt seem to be enough to make anyone give him their condolences. In fact his newspaper biography was a snippet in the weekly obituaries. George never took his eyes off the paper.
Dad why won&
An Apple A Day -Ryden- Ch. 1An Apple A Day (Ryden Fic) Ch. 1An Apple A Day -Ryden- Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band slash!
The repetitive sound of the alarm beeping seemed to do more damage to Brendon than serving its purpose. He had gotten so used to hearing it that it put him to asleep as if it were a lullaby. Somehow he managed to extend his hand and turn it off. The surprising thing being that he actually got out of his bed instead of falling back to sleep.
College was a pain in the ass. Half the stuff he was being taught he already knew. He really thought it was useless to waste 11 years taking pointless courses instead of just taking the National Physicians Association Exam. The only good thing about it is that he had a full scholarship, so his shabby little dorm was free. Not to mention he spent 12 grand on pointless electronics that he claimed to have needed. Of course watching a video on how to sterilize ones hand for proper physicals seems much more entertaining on a big, flat screen TV.
As he randomly pick
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 7Prom Night 'Ryden' CHAPTER 7Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Of the band slash!! Don't like? Then please don't read!!!
The next morning had come, bright and dreary. Brendon awoke to his lethargic, melancholy state. He got out of his bed and ran over to the room that was next to his. Shaking, he uncovered the patient that was there but to his dismay, it was only a cranky geezer screaming for the nurse.
Nurse?!!! NURSE!!!! Theres a madman in my room!! NURSEEE!!!!!!
Mr. Chiles, calm down, your blood pressure is already high enough.
But he- Before he could finish his sentence he collapsed back onto the bed and continued snoring. The nurse came over to Brendon who just stood there, still awestruck.
And where do you belong? The nurse was kind of pretty, long blond hair and green eyes. She seemed compassionate but she also seemed like one of those people who felt they ruined their lives and now by working at a hospital believed they could fix all their sins.