ADPADP: Accidental Destruction of PlantsADP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spring, it's coming again. Finally. I was almost afraid it would stay away this year... But it won't. It's coming back. Hooray! Because not only spring is coming, but also little animals such as ducks, sheep, cows, etc. And of course, flowers.
So beautiful, flowers. It's kind of a habit of my aunt to give me (and my sister) a little plant for Easter. The only problem is that I truly can't keep a plant alive. It's not an exaggeration this time. I just keep killing plants! Not on purpose, of course, but they keep dying. Once I got a little plant (which was supposed to produce some kind of weird strawberries, but honestly, I've never seen anything like that...)
I kind of forgot about that plant... So it slowly died of thirst and lack of attention.
The second plant I got was truly beautiful. The flowers were all kinds of yellow and it was growing really well. Because I remembered what I had done to my previous plant, I decided this one was definitely N
Dark Intentions - 9/11 Interlude9/11 InterludeDark Intentions - 9/11 Interlude3 years ago in Horror More Like This
No one knew or understood how he could stand with his back straight, his face expressionless, emotionless. He'd just suffered an attack to his lands and his people, the first one to hit since the bombing of Pearl Harbor in December of 1945. They'd expected him to be hunched over, still reeling from the pain, yet he stood straight, he stood tall, and he stood proud.
Perhaps it was because of his stubborn nature America had never been one to let anything get him down for long that he refused to show weakness in front of them, that he even showed up for the meeting in the first place. No one failed to notice the blackened skin circling his right eye or the gash above his right temple. There were probably some more bruises and cuts where no one could see, all equally painful.
They wouldn't have blamed him, if he'd decided to not show up for the meeting. The loss of life in such a short amount of time had to be breathtakingly staggering and painful
Dark Intentions, Chapter 3 - JapanFour weeks later . . .Dark Intentions, Chapter 3 - Japan3 years ago in Horror More Like This
"And in international news, the entire world was stunned today when the U.S. government announced it was shutting down the Chinese embassy in Washington, D.C. and their five consulates in New York City, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Houston, sending all Chinese officials and their staff back to their home country. Rumor has it that all of the U.S. embassies in China were shut down several weeks prior, but Chinese officials have refused to say. Trade between the two nations has come to a standstill, but there still is no official word as to why this is taking place . . ."
Japan listened as the reporter spoke about the relations between China and America or the lack thereof. No one from either government had commented as to why the two were no longer in communications and trading with each other or why it had ceased in the first place. Neither had asked other nations to intercede, either, and it had the rest of the world watching with baite
Dark Intentions, Chapter 1Overhead, the skies darkened with angry-looking, thick clouds. Lightning flashed, offering lumination in the shadow-covered lands. Thunder rumbled, and there was the promise of rain in those clouds.Dark Intentions, Chapter 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
The weather echoed the overall mood of those gathered dark, ominous, threatening. The leaders and the nations gathered Italy, Russia, France, England, Germany, Austria, Prussia, China, Japan, Canada, Mexico, Cuba, Belgium, Hungary, Poland, Denmark, Spain, Finland, Sealand, Turkey, Greece, Romania, Belarus, Ukraine, Latvia, Sweden, Switzerland, Lithuania, and Estonia, as well as many others wore pensive, worried, and angry expressions. The tension in the air had become palpable as those gathered sat in silence. What needed to be said had already been said, and no one was in agreement on what needed to be done.
Their subject of concern was the one nation not in attendance. Indeed, he and his leaders didn't even know they were in one place, holding this meeting. America, a
October Fool's Day--Ch. 11Step 11: Papparapa! Warning: Your Audience's Reactions May VaryOctober Fool's Day--Ch. 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred/Amelia stared at the robin on Arthur's shoulder but didn't say anything.“I didn't realize you wanted some of that coffee,” she repeated, still looking at the bird. “If I'd known, I would have saved ya some.”
Rowan laughed. “He wouldn't drink that stuff if you begged him.”
Alfred/Amelia's eyes got wide.
“After all,” the robin continued, “it's a pot—” Arthur grabbed Rowan off his shoulder and turned his back to the younger nation.
“She doesn't know about the potion,” Arthur hissed quietly, “and I don't want her to find out about it from you. Understand?”
Rowan let out a little cough. “Got it. Please let me go,” the bird squeaked out. Arthur released Rowan who flew over to a chair and landed on the back of it. “Crikey, I don't see what the big deal is,” the robin said. “She's going to find out
Warhammer: The Great CrusadeWarhammer 40000: The Great CrusadeWarhammer: The Great Crusade4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Horus was never swayed by Chaos, so Lorgar had to do his Heresy alone
Only the Night Lords, the Eclipse and the White Crusaders joined Lorgar
Horus led the Sons of Horus, World Eaters, Emperor's Children and Iron Hands at the Word Bearer homeworld, while the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Space Wolves and Thousand Sons stroke against Kor Phaeron near Ultramar; Imperial Fists, Death Guard, Alpha Legion and Iron Warriors attacked the Night Lords, and the Raven Guard, White Scars and Salamanders went against the Eclipse and the White Crusaders
The Traitors are defeated at the Holy Terra and Chaos is severely weakened
Codex Astartes is altered heavily by the Emperor, before being put to use by Roboute Guilliman
The Tyranid and Ork invasions cause less damage, thanks to the large numbers of Space Marines
STCs are discovered on worlds and the Imperium becomes more advanced and 'orderly' (plasma weapons w
Dark Intentions, Chapter 4 - GreeceThree weeks later . . . (December 2021)Dark Intentions, Chapter 4 - Greece2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Greece tried to not be bothered too much by the goings on in the world. Life would flow the way it was meant to, and, to an extent, there was no sense in worrying about the final outcome. He figured there was no sense in trying to manipulate the things that were beyond the realm of control. To try and do so was foolish, and there were more important things (and people) who deserved the concern. There was little sense in worrying over the economic cycles. Recessions, depressions, and prosperity were all part of the game. There were no easy fixes, despite the demands for such.
For some, his laid-back attitude caused a great deal of concern. His country struggled for years with economic and political troubles, and he took it all in stride. Many of his fellow nations thought he didn't care about his people for how laid back Greece approached his economic crisis. They even criticized him for his apparent lack of concern, but he'd learned a long
The moment time stood stillThe moment time stood still, was the moment she was surrounded by the smell of flowers. She smelled lilac, freesia's and roses. She could smell the grass; still a bit wet from the rain. She could also smell his scent, lingering around her.The moment time stood still4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment time stood still, was the moment she could hear the birds sing their beautiful songs. Each had a different melody; a different composition of sounds which seemed to fit perfectly. And, in harmony with the songs and the whispers of the grass, she could hear him breathing softly next to her.
The moment time stood still, was the moment she felt the soft grass beneath her. The sunlight touching her skin; treasuring it, touching it lightly. She could feel his arms around her. Keeping her safe. Making her feel loved. And love was what she felt that moment.
The moment time stood still, was the moment she still tasted the taste of his kiss. His loving kiss. The kiss she never wanted to end. She could taste the fresh taste of the air around
Burlesque - Fem!America x RussiaA pair of thick, black work boots made their way down the snow covered, white sidewalk, trying to find a destination as to where their owner could relax for a few hours. Yes, indeed the owner of these particular feet were in no hurry what so ever, for the man that was now walking towards downtown area of the city had just gotten off of work for the day, a loud, annoying wanting screaming at him to find a place soon. Tiny, noticeable goosebumps multiplied on his arms, quickly making their way down his body, making him shiver to the core.Burlesque - Fem!America x Russia3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ivan rolled his violet eyes. The Russian was very annoyed at his body's reaction to the current outside temperature--really, his body should be used to the bitter winter wind by now, he had been living in Moscow all of his life. But there was something particular in this winter chill, something that he hadn't felt before in his life, and that not only made him cold, it excited him.
For the past few months, his boss had sent him to America to spy on thei
IWaV: Alexander-ParadiseIWaV: Alexander-Paradise3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paradise tis more a feeling of poetry than e'er it tis a place. For it is the memory of laughter racing over green pastures down to gentle bubbling brooks to play in the waters. It is the tranquil wonder of the beauty and might of a cascading falls towering high above alone within the never-ending forests, dwarfing the trees in its solitary power. It is diving into the cool, inviting waters of spring or falls and lavishing in the loving caress of the blanketing liquid all around. It is a sun-filled day in dappled gardens where flowers bloom and birds sing. It is a star-studded night dancing close and quiet as only two can. Paradise is a magic. And it resides, I ensure, in a form most enamoring. For to me above all else paradise has found its definition in a petite frame. Paradise wears boundless curling tresses that fall in sweeping cascade when set free to frame two scintillating crystal
Love in Unusual Places Spain/Fem RomanoQuattrodiciLove in Unusual Places Spain/Fem RomanoQuattrodici3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next morning found Katirina sitting confused at the kitchen table, looking down at a plate with a large slice of tiramisu cake and two strawberry crepes, sitting beside it was a steaming cup of french vanilla cappuccino.
"Fel...what is all of this?" She asked, staring at the food with wide eyes, looking in between the two.
"We figured you would need breakfast for your first day back." Monika explained, smiling softly.
"I made the tiramisu, and Monika made the crepes and your cappuccino. They're amazing, trust me." Feliciano explained, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. Katirina gave a faint smile before cutting into the thin pastry and eating before preparing to leave.
"I'll be home a bit late tonight. I've got some stuff to do."
"Alright...be careful." Feliciano called, anticipation lacing his voice.
Pulling up at the school she smiled, pulling her bags out of the car and heading inside with a grin.
"Katirina what are you doing after class?" Antonio asked, standing a
Rhaine's Tale 3 - BenedictionRhaine's Tale 3 - Benediction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rhaine looked in the mirror.
Six years had passed since Dunstan had taken her from West Harbor.
She was no longer the cherub-faced little girl, but a striking young woman. Her face had become angular as it matured, though with softer bone structure than most elves. Her emerald eyes had brightened in color and taken on a slight slant. Her lips had darkened and become fuller, as had her auburn hair the tips of her elven ears scarcely surfaced above the red waves. What's more, her robes actually fit her now, hugging her curves rather than hanging like a sack, as they did during her awkward teenage years.
Her slender hand went to the sacred medallion at her neck, as it often did when she was lost in thought. It was the mark of her full sisterhood, which had been granted shortly after she turned fifteen. The High Father continued to push her, however. He seemed almost desperate to teach her the greatest secrets of the Kelemvorite Church. And
Take Me Away - American Revolution (UKxfem!US) I(Please keep in mind that the this story is based off of the song "Take Me Away" by Globus. The first four lines of the story are lyrics from that specific song. Also, please note that this is a multi-chaptered fic.)Take Me Away - American Revolution (UKxfem!US) I3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kneel in silence, alone
My spirit bares me
Pray for guidance, towards home
In Darkest hours
My name is Emily Felicity Kirkland. I am a proper young lady; I go to church every day, I work extremely hard to make life bearable out here in the unforgiving country-side, and I always speak when spoken to.
However, I'm not like other girls. Other girls stay home and obey their husbands. Other girls are meek and humble; they don't work outside in the filth and the harsh, torrential heat like I do. No, their duty is to go to church, thank the Almighty Father for all that they have, and take care of the little ones.
I am different. I have specific duties to fulfill. You see, I am a British colony. I am the South. I am the North. I am the middle. I'm not just some me
Rhaine's Tale 1 - A Higher CallingRhaine's Tale 1 - A Higher Calling3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was slowly lowering in the sky of the Sword Coast. Within a few hours, it would be twilight. The air was thick and humid, alive with the sounds of insects.
Dunstan slowed his chestnut mare from a trot to a walk as he approached the village of West Harbor. It was a tiny settlement, barely more than a spot in the road. With no inn, he would have to trust in the hospitality of the townsfolk - it was far too close to evening to brave the rest of the way to Waterdeep, and only a fool would traverse near the Mere of Dead Men at night.
A few of the villagers glanced up from their activities as his horse ambled by. On every face was a look of concern or dread. He met their eyes with a small, but warm smile. Yet, it obviously did nothing to ease their minds.
Perhaps I would fare better in the Mere
A voice came from the left. Striding hurriedly towards him, in flowing golden robes, was a young man of his early twenties th
Take Me Away - American Revolution (UKxfem!US) IIEmily threw her fist in the air as she jumped up with joy, giving a large yelp of excitement. She had done it; they had won. Thanks to her help, the British had managed to drive those damned French out of North America for good. Surely, Arthur would be proud of her. After all, he couldn't have done it without her. He had other business to attend to back in Europe; he didn't have time to deal with colonial skirmishes. But thanks to Emily, his very own America, he had won. The British Empire had a whole new stretch of land for themselves now that Francis was out of the picture.Take Me Away - American Revolution (UKxfem!US) II3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The British colony smiled brightly as she spun around to face Arthur, who was sitting on a fairly small, wooden chair, his golden hair unkempt, and his green eyes surrounded by dark circles of exhaustion. However, there was a faint smile playing on his lips as he gazed at Emily. She had grown. The last time he had visited her, she had been a tiny little thing. He never knew that she would grow to be so strong
Some thoughts on efficient StorytellingI recently took some time to discuss writing and its motivations with various people, either over the Internet or IRL, with some writer friends or some students from my Photoshop class who hope to become comic artists.Some thoughts on efficient Storytelling3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Taste in stories is subjective, but overall, a common flaw tended to appear : lack of focus and the presence of elements that weren't necessary to achieve the « goal ».
By « goal », I mean the feeling or ideology that the story is supposed to defend.
I think a more detailed example would be more explicit. And since I have one of those discussions as digital text available, I can copy it as an example and a way to illustrate how writing can be done with efficiency in mind.
Of course I edited this text so my « victim » can't be identified with certainty (thank you, laptop and train travels!). I don't want to sound like I am specifically attacking someone, when really this is all about this idea of efficient
Games Ch.3 Truth or Dare pt.2Games Ch.3 Truth or Dare pt.24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Black*Star stood speechless before Maka, while she laughed along with everyone in the room. You could see a bead of sweat begin to form on his head. He twitched slightly, and asked, "O-on tape?" Maka stopped laughing. A devilish grin grew on her face. She looked at Soul, who replied with a smirk, and everyone else that replied with grins. Patty was laughing her ass off, while Liz was running to her room for the video camera. Black*Star looked close to tears. Tsubaki couldn't help but giggle, and still feel concerned for him. She put a hand on his shoulder, stifling her tinkling laughter. "Black*Star, do you want the chicken hat now?" She asked very seriously. Black*Star stiffened. "I, the Great Black*Star, do NOT back down from a ch-challenge. I will do this, even on camera." He tried to sound confident, even though you could hear him slightly stutter. Tsubaki sighed and sat back down, hands kindly folded in her lap. Just then, Liz came down with the video camera in hand. With a 'beep'
Useful bits of obscure HTML code you can use on dASo you want to have some markup displayed on deviantART, such as this</a> or :devfoxhead128:? Or perhaps you want to have a full URL displayed, such as http://www.google.com/? The most stable method is simply to insert a blank in the middle of your markup or URL. Something like this: http://www.google.com/. You can also use other tags in place of the , such as . This can be useful if the is causing you problems with links.Useful bits of obscure HTML code you can use on dA3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Escape sequences and XML decimal entities are good for inserting obscure Unicode characters that aren't available on a standard keyboard. For example, if you type in Δ, you get the Greek letter Δ. Or if you type in ♥, you'll get a ♥. Ubuntu users (and users of many other distros of Linux) have access to a program called gucharmap, which is installed by default - it's useful as a "cheat sheet" for these codes. Of
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
Sanguinius SecundusSanguinius SecundusSanguinius Secundus6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Time has not been kind to the Sons of Sanguinius. Once seen as the most blessed of the Emperors legions, they are now viewed with fear and mistrust by the citizens of the Imperium. Ever since the Horus Heresy and the loss of their primarch, the Blood Angels have struggled to live with genetic flaw that has curse them right up to the present day.
For centuries the Blood Angels have been attempting to track down the Lamenters in order to study their pure gene-seed. With the return of the Emperor, the lost loyal Primarchs, and the resurrection of Lion ElJonson and Roboute Guilliman, they have redoubled their efforts to get a hold of the only stable genetic stock of the Angel of Blood.
Eventually, they find the Lamenters and study their gene-seed. Finding it to be almost perfectly pure and without flaw, the Blood Angels rejoice at the chance to finally rid themselves of the genetic curse that has plagued the sons o
Too cold for angels to flyWith her bare feet she stood in the snow.Too cold for angels to fly4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her footsteps led back to a grey building.
She had just walked out of the front door without anyone noticing her.
Her brown curls hung loosely around her white spotted face.
She remembered her mother had told her to comb it, but it wasn't necessary.
The cold snowflakes brushed her face.
It was very cold outside, almost too cold, but she didn't notice.
Her fingers felt the soft material of her dress.
The dress was a bit too short for her liking, but she didn't care.
She looked back once more at the building.
Her family was in there, crying probably.
But she couldn't go back now. Not anymore.
She looked up to the sky and saw the moon.
Suddenly she was gone.
The little girl standing behind her swore she saw feathers flutter to the ground.
No TimeShe sits in a chair in an empty room, waiting.No Time3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wishes he will come soon, the prince who always saves the princess. At least, that's how it works in fairy tales.
But those fairy tales are dead to her now, along with the mother who used to read them to her, softly and gently.
There is no time to be gentle now, not with the scaly winged creatures lurking outside her door.
The girl rises from the chair, snaps off a chair leg, and prays they haven't heard her. She is careful to be silent while making her way across the room. If she makes a sound, they could hear her.
She slowly opens the door and quickly, swiftly, silently; slices her makeshift weapon through the air. One of the creatures' slimy heads is now impaled on the piece of wood. The rest of its body slowly falls to the ground.
She inwardly shudders at what she has done, but there is no time for weakness.
The child runs out of the tower, away from the dragons guarding it, her long golden hair flowing in the wind behind her.