ADPADP: Accidental Destruction of PlantsADP3 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
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 Storytelling2 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
IWaV: Alexander-ParadiseIWaV: Alexander-Paradise2 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
October Fool's Day--Ch. 11Step 11: Papparapa! Warning: Your Audience's Reactions May VaryOctober Fool's Day--Ch. 112 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
My 100 themesMy 100 themes. You can do any type of deviation you want poetry, flash, stories, paintings, comics you name it! Please put a link to this in the description! Have fun love!My 100 themes2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2.Unicorns and glitter
3.OMG I'M NORMAL!!!!!!!
4.Hazards of dating a mutant
5.Picard vs Kirk
6.Doctor Who/Star Trek/X-men cross over (please give me the link to this one)
7.What's really going on in Magneto's head
8.The ties that bind
12.Waro-Waro Wind me up!
13.Nightcrawler meets his Fangirls
17.Screen door on a submarine
18.Nailing Jell-o to the wall
19.Slamming a revolving door
20.Why we drive on parkways and park on driveways
21.NOOOO! They took my fanboy(girl) away!!!
24.Wolvie the six year old girl
25.Nightcrawler (movie version) Finds out Mystique is his mother
26.Stan Lee lands in a BAD Marvel DC cross over
28.Buffy vs Carlisle
29.Battle of the exes
32.Nyan cat meets Severus Snape
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 dA2 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
No TimeShe sits in a chair in an empty room, waiting.No Time2 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.
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 still3 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
The Last Unicorn ReviewHere's a movie that's been rolling around in my head for some time now. I was seriously debating with myself about whether or not to review this film as I'; not sure if many people have even heard of it. But in the end I decided "screw it" and just go ahead with it anyway.The Last Unicorn Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So here's the story. A long time ago, when I was about six or something, my family and I went to visit some relatives on the other side of the country. It was a pleasant enough visit but when we first got there our parents decided they wanted some peace and quiet so me and my brother got sat down in front of the telly with the other kids and made to watch this film from 1982 they had on an old VHS tape. And let me tell you right now, I remember being completely engaged from start to finish with this movie.
But the funny thing about this is, I never actually watched the movie again for a good number of years. In fact, so long ago was my last viewing that I even forgot it's name. It was only a few months ago when I was
Mercy A. Pierce Character ProfileMercy A. Pierce Character Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Mercy A. Pierce
Eyes: Gray/Green with Gold Flecks
Ht. 5' 4" 1.63m
Weight 51 kg Build: Slight
Place of Birth: New Jersey, USA
DOB: January 1 1995
Civilian Occupation: Paramedic
US Army: Volunteer
Rank: E-8 Master Sergeant
Personality/Background: A candid, caring yet socially awkward young women. A ray of sun light on a cloudy day. A mostly self-confident, prodigy who enrolled in collage at age fourteen, and hailing from a military family, volunteered for service in the US Army Medical Corp at age eighteen as a field medic. Sincere, methodical in her actions and words, always ready to aide family, friend, or strangers who have show no evil in their hearts. Even with living though ration cards and six years of military service, thou a little hardened to the violence and darkness of the world she has to her friends amazement remained unjaded.
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This SummerThis SummerThis Summer2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
We felt like
We spread our wings
And opened each door
We danced on the ceiling
And teared off the roof
And when we made love
T'was a hell of a groove
:Kaoru::Kaoru:2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Hirohito Kaoru (博仁 香る)
Hiragana: ひろひと かおうる
Nickname: Kaoru (香る)
Origin: 1/2 Human 1/2 Vampire
Birthday: November 16
Blood Type: Unknown
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Crimson Red
Relative: Kari Toriki (cousin) Hiro (step-brother)
Kaoru is a half vampire... for having a human mother and a vampire father. He is one of the most powerful vampire at a young age of 12 like her cousin Kari and her step brother Hiro. Even though he's only a half vampire he is now helping his cousin to defeat the black blood vampire leader and also his step brother, Hiro.
Kaoru is very quiet and he doesn't show his emotions in public. He always protect his loved one's specially his Mother and his cousin Kari. He doesn't let anybody to hurt his family. He is willing to kill vampires even hum
YouYou there, yes youYou3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know
Something you need to hear
And something I want to tell you
You are beautiful
I want to be telepathic
I want to walk by and
Whisper into your mind
Like a whisper in your ear
You are beautiful
I want to perform inception
I want the notion to take root
I want you to believe it because it's true
Tall, short, skinny, thick, light, dark
And everything in between
Whether you be a man or woman
The undefined, indefinable, and defying
You are beautiful
Don't doubt it
Don't listen to the demons in your head,
The disses spat by the ones who doubt themselves
You are beautiful
While I'm here I want to tell you something else -
When you are upset and feeling alone
Remember you are one of my six billion siblings
And you are special, unique, and important -
I love you
Too cold for angels to flyWith her bare feet she stood in the snow.Too cold for angels to fly3 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.
Azure SkiesUp in the hill laying down under the old tree.Azure Skies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clouds are breezing by,so carefree.
The birds fly by,having the privilege of being able to fly,how I envy them so.
The skies look so free,free of worries.
Free of life's concerns and struggles.
Free to be what it is,to go where it wants.
One might think that it's an awful place when it rains.
But that is because you are not looking deeper.
The skies are actually celebrating,cheering on it's companions in the air,letting their emotions run free.
For it is when it rains that they are most happy.
It's a sign of willing to let go of the old and bringing in the new.
Every drip of rain being the hardship's we face everyday.Every drop being every smile the sky has given to us.
All of it together is just so...perfect.
I'm staying under this old tree.It's all just so soothing.
The joyfulness of the sky gives me joy too.
Rain clouds begin to roll in,I feel a drop on my face.
I know I'm not.
So to you skies,for sharing this t
High in the SkyHigh in the Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun shines,
High in the sky.
With the light so bright and pure?
Even with clouds covering it,
Its shine never stops.
Never will the light end,
Even if it is night.
How do you know the sun is shining when it is dark out?
Look at the moon's glow.
Painful LostWhy do I painPainful Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it was I
Why do I feel
Without you by my side.
Why am I
If I made the choice.
Why do I hunger
Though I let you go.
I never realized
How important you were
Until you've gone.
Now I want you back
Back by my side
But I cannot find you.
Shall I see your face.
Or hear your quiet laugh.
I've hurt you
Stabbed you too hard.
That sweet love
We once had
Our love is lost
'Cause I didn't treasure.
I threw away what mattered most.
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 from3 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