Arcana AnimusArcana Animus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I promised Yumay I would teach her how to swim" Dis winked at Yumay "but rain check for sure" He grabbed her hand and kept walking in deeper "I'm not sure about this" Yumay looked towards Dis with concern and worry in her dark brown eyes. "There is nothing to be afraid of, except well me" he joked sensing a little hesitation. Dis pulled Yumay in closer to him and the water. Yumay yelped as the bottom of the river began to slip from underneath her. "Okay calm down take a deep breath, start kicking your feet" Dis began to explain the basics "good" he let her rap around his neck. "Okay I am going to let you go don't be scared, just wave your arms in circles like this" he demonstrated as he let go.
Yumay began to do what Dis told her and she did begin to swim. However, they both were unaware of the others who were in the middle of the contest. Something brushed past Yumay and she cried out in panic "Dis!" she said gasping for air as she went down. She reached out her ha
Arcana AnimusArcana Animus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should check on them," Ari said pushing her wet hair away from her eyes. "Ill go with you" Lita, Ariona's best friend said as she walked out on the shore. "YUMAY YUMAY" Dis yelled as walked passed the brush scraping his arms and legs along the way. He could hear Yumay crying in the distance. He tried to go down a small steep hill. Nevertheless, his heavier weight made him slip and he stumbled. Dis hit his head, and managed to pin his Foot. He yelled in pain, blood gushing from his wound. Yumay heard the racks tumble and Dis' wail. She was their in a flash. She ripped a piece of her shirt to try to stop the bleeding, but it was too much blood. "I'm sorry" Yumay said tears still in her eyes "this wouldn't have happened if I knew how to swim" She pressed her palm to his cheek. Yumay then turned to try to contact the others.
She rubbed her ankle bracelet and concentrated hard. "Dis hurt need help" was the only thing she managed to get through with all her emotions hi
Legends of Shadows ch1The hot sun was high in the afternoon sky as an Arcanine morph walked down the street; He had rather normal colored fur that had been covered by a sleeveless muscle shirt along with a pair of dark blue pants. His Orange fur rested underneath his shirt as well as his pants, his Dark Black eye glinted in the daylight as he sighed calmly. A black eye patch to hide his missing eye covered his left eye. Other poke morphs were walking up and down the street as well, going to and fro from work and their daily activities. The Arcanine morph's beige tail wagged slowly as he walked into a flower shop and walked over towards the counter. His hair was messy but kept clean as he soon rang the small bell on the counter, a shiny Milotic morph walked out of the backroom which had various potted plants stored in it as she walked to the counter and smiled happily. Her long, blonde waist lengthed hair could be seen as she had on a light brown shirt with red jeans, her nametag had the name "Raylenn" writtLegends of Shadows ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A look into the mind of Tauron VictusTauron Victus stood in front of the viewing window inside of The Emperor's Splendor, Sighing calmly as he sat down on one of the chair's next to it. The Psyker's eyes closed as he began to relax, He pulled out a small holotape and set it down in front of him.. Tauron's voice was calm as he spoke after pressing the record button..A look into the mind of Tauron Victus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello, My name is Tauron Victus.. I am a Sanctioned Psyker for the Inquisition and these following holotape's are my story of my life before and during my time in the imperium..."
Tauron breathed in and exhaled, his body covered by his Flak Armor which was hidden underneath all of his robe's and hood. The only thing about him that could be seen was his long, blue finger's as he soon began to speak once more.
"My life before being drafted into the God Emperor's Inquisition was a tough one... I was born into a large family of Psyker's that were strong willed as well as in-tuned with the Warp.. The ship we lived on was called the U.N.Tribal.. My father and mothe
Sadie CollinsSadie Collins2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sadie Hannah Collins (aka Sassy Kat)
Weight: 90 lbs
Eyes: Left: Green, Right: Blue (appear gray in dim lighting)
Hair: Blonde (long)
Favorite color(s): Blue, green, white, black
Favorite sport(s): Surfing, skating
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Music: Pop, rock, techno
A sexy, young teen. Every guy is after her for her looks and/or her skills. Her life is in the water and she doesn't have many friends. She has a group of 5 (including herself) that she's constantly surfing with before enjoying an evening's bonfire.
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview11 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
First Battle of Eden: Part 1The First Battle of EdenFirst Battle of Eden: Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Josheua Samuelson
A Chronicles of Man Short Story
The chime pierced the silence of the flag officer's quarters aboard the Alliance battleship Kilimanjaro, and Vice Admiral Harriet Spencer's azul eyes opened begrudgingly before the chime called again. Sighing, the five foot nine woman rolled to her side and glanced up at the communication panel at her bedside, tapping the glowing accept key and designating voice only. After all, it wasn't right for an admiral to talk to her subordinates while half naked.
"Spencer, go ahead." She said and noted the grogginess of her own voice as she checked the time. Zero two hundred. No wonder she felt like she had just fallen off a sunderhorse.
"Admiral, I don't mean to wake you but we have a situation." Spencer quirked an eyebrow at the voice on the other end. It was Captain Kuritz, Kilimanjaro's CO who, like Spencer,
Young birthdayI remember when you were just a little oneYoung birthday2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Now you have grown and are starting to take on the world head on
Each year we all get a little bit older
And a little bit wiser
As a young teen girl try to remember the basics
Boys will come and go
And you are going to get pick on
Life is going to be hard
But life can also be fun
Have a wonderful birthday and I hope to see you again next year until then
Why? Blurbs 1Why do you love me,Why? Blurbs 19 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you care?
Why are you here for me,
When nobody’s there?
Why do I hate you?
You’ve done nothing wrong.
Why is there a feeling,
That with you I don’t belong?
Why do I feel so alone,
Whilst everyone is around?
Why do I feel more complete,
When nobody’s making a sound?
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
StereotypeBlondes are dumb,Stereotype1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nerds are ugly,
Goths are evil,
How do you know?
Adults are smart,
Kids are stupid,
Doctors help you,
Is that what you think?
Politics are important,
The Earth doesn't matter,
Cars are good,
Where did you hear that?
Magic doesn't exist,
Sports are fun,
Books are boring,
Are you sure?
I am perfect,
I make no mistakes,
I never will,
Do you really know me?
Don't stereotype people!
A possible future story...?There is a special bond between a musician and their instrument, especially their first one. Be it a guitar, a ukulele, a piano, a bassoon, a drum set, a bass, a banjo, a voice even, or any other instrument that is capable of producing a song. Without an instrument, a musician is nothing. Without a musician, an instrument is nothing. The bond between a musician and their instrument is one of the strongest in the world being only topped by love.A possible future story...?1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seventeen year old Jacob stayed in the car while all his friends and family were inside, celebrating New Year's eve. To the dismay of his ears they wouldn't stop playing Justin Beiber. He laid across the backseat, his long, thick brown hair hanging close to the car floor. His parents often told him to get a hair cut but he would always roll his brown eyes at this and just simply say "Whatever." He wore a pair of ear plugs. Just going outside to the car wasn't good enough. They were blasting that music so l
DistanceDistance is a horrid thing,Distance3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
carrying what all bad things bring.
Sadness. Madness. doubt.
those i can live witout.
But distance keeps them alive and breathing,
keeps me frozen here, dreaming.
About those days we'll spend together.
and what of Distance?
SkyHunterLet me get one thing out of the way right now.SkyHunter6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I do not have a latex fetish.
Or a rubber fetish, or a vinyl fetish. Nothing like that. I had a girl ask me that the other day. I was working, bagging groceries at this little store on Beacon. She noticed my yellow-white gloves and she asked me did I have a fetish for latex. I blinked, and told her no, I didn’t, it was because of a condition. She told me that it was okay if I called it a condition, that other people liked it too and that it was a normal part of being human. She then told me that she was more of a bondage person.
Her mother’s face ran scarlet.
There were days when twelve year olds didn’t have a clue about the arcane corners of humanity. Oh, the wonders of the Internet.
But all jokes aside, I don’t. Most of you will read something into this. Don’t. It is a kind of protection from the world around me. And I mean that in the most literal sense. There are things I don’t want to touch, things
Minecarts (parody of Starships) Minecarts (parody of Starships)Minecarts (parody of Starships)1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Let's go to the mineshaft, let's go get some diamonds. Got my pick-axe, ready for some mining. Hear a squish, squish found a big slime; they know miners like me are hard to get by! Creepers patrol on, all around my home. I'm in the zo-one come on bring it on. It's a 2, 3 hits and your dead, go on blow up I don't give 2 flints...
I'm in the cave, cave, and my pick in hand; we have more coal, coal that I can't stand. C'mon lets go, go and explore this land! Cause we want more, we want diamonds!
Minecarts, we gonna ride~! Straight down, into the mine~! Can't stop, just need more Iron~! Let's go down one, more time! Minecarts, we gonna ride~! Straight down, into the mine~! Let`s go down one last time! Until we find some diamonds in this mother-----
Some diamonds in this mother-----
Some diamonds in this mother-----
When I find some iron ore, I own that.
When I find a zom
One DanceMy first prom!!!!! how....unexciting... I think as I get ready. Putting on my purple dress I wore for my grade 8 grad. "it won't be any fun without carter.." I sigh as I pick up my iPod and look at his picture. Carter. my current boyfriend. Long story short, we met on minecraft, (MineZ) started to Skype. he left for a long time. but once he got back I told him I liked him. He admitted he liked me back and that's how it started. the only problem, I live in Canada and he lives in the states. we promised we would meet in real life. but so far we need to wait. "just try to have fun!" my grandma tells me with a smile. after getting ready, I head to the prom. I just sitting with my friends Britney and kassidy. bored. "all right guys! the next song is for some couples! grab your partners for...Gotta find you!!!" The DJ tells us. Brit heads up to the floor with her boyfriend. "...no..dangit..that's our song.." I whisper to myself. I check my IPod...he's online. "hey, it'sOne Dance1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gotta find you....Every time I think I'm closer to the heart, what it means to know just who I am, I think I finally found a better place to start, no one ever seems to understand! I need to try to get to where you are, could it be? you're not that far? you're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing, I need to find you, I gotta find you! you're the missing piece I need the song inside of me, I need to find you, I gotta find you..I gotta find you....1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
~Camp Rock, Gotta find you
Don't Put It OnDon't put it onDon't Put It On8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ugh dammit. Today yet again we're filming. I mean I don't mind it much. I can leave the house and not be a boyfriend all the time. I can be me. I mean, I miss the sleep but, hey we all gotta make sacrifices.
Speaking of sacrifices. I'm not particularly fond with someones certain sacrifice for today's scene.
We've done it a lot before and you'd think I would be used to it, but no. I'm not. It's just a confusion. It makes you question your standards. This does not only go for me, it goes for anyone that witnesses this certain little sacrifice.
Some find it funny. I think maybe, possibly at one point in my life, I found it funny too. Maybe. I forget. But now it's really fucking annoying. There's always that one time when someone has to dress for a particular part in a scene. The problem is. Out of the both if us, only one looks good.
Do you get what I mean?
I don't think I do either.
Alright, I guess we all can agree that out of the two
Teddy BearTeddybearTeddy Bear7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So this was a rare occasion. California was all about the sun, surf and sand. It was known for Disney Land, Universal Studios and Sea world. People usually traveled to California for those reasons. What about the citizens? Surely they couldn't afford to go there like regulars. Well for the middle class percentage of the desert state. Something came into town. Just like every year. This time Anthony was antsy about going.
The San Diego Fair.
He has been craving to go there since the last time the fair was in town.
Which was last June.
He was going this time.
And he was going to take, drag his best friend with him. Whether he wanted to or not. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He didn't want to take Kristine. Not today. He needed to relieve his stress. He wanted to spend some time with his best friend, Ian.
The day started off with the sun shining. Basically an overdose of light. The sun was ablaze and the streets were covered in mirages. You could make eggs on the hood
California NightCalifornia NightCalifornia Night7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a constant stare that looked back at him through the finger tainted mirror. His hair was too long. Again. His face was slightly masked in stubble. The bags under his eyes have reduced. Not much but, just enough for tonight.
The night he was going to go somewhere. Somewhere that most people now a days forget that places like those even exist. They were the type of place where you would see people your age, even older. It's where you can relive your past and enjoy the vintage vibe within.
He's brushed his teeth at least twice. Flossed between every gap in his remarkably healthy teeth and was practically swallowing down mouthwash. Basically the only things he's been eating throughout the day so far have been mints and gum. He checked his profile, both left and right, parted his bangs aside Just slightly, adjusted the collar of his black flannel and with a dissatisfied sigh, took one last look in the old mirror and turned off the light of the small b
questionsi feel like an idiotquestions1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want it to stop
i want everything to stop
why cant it?
i'm happy i am
i'm as carefree as a butterfly
but whats the point of it?
whats the point of happy
when everything is awkward
when when nothing is a challenge
except when its impossible?
when people are there and they refuse to speak
to be what they are,
but instead they hide like strangers
the people you trust most just ignore you
forget you, hide you
why must they?
am i just that average?
that easy to forget?
i wait for a reply but it doesn't come
did it not reach?
do they not care?
am i just a waste?
Broken heartedHere I sit,Broken hearted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering how such Sadness started.
Could it have but occured,
when I was busy chasing these Absurd,
thoughts inside my head?
Or could it have been created,
by this Dream thats been belated,
inside my head?
These and more I sit and wonder,
while the truth to this fateful blunder,
lurks not inside my head,
but in my heart instead.
AndromedaPeople smile with their eyes.Andromeda8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
And that's all that they smile with. If your eyes aren't smiling, you aren't either. A librarian told me that once. "Why don't you kids smile on your driver's license pictures? Is it just the in thing not to smile? Look, you probably have a nice smile. Smile. Psh, that's just moving your lips." I just wanted a library card. I hadn't expected to get chided about a picture from the DMV looking like a mugshot.
But she's right. If you can do just the right thing with your face, you can fool the devil himself.
Don't believe me? Walk through any public place with a considerable number of people in it. Watch them as you go by. There are three types of people-- the ones who don't smile, the ones who fake a smile, and the ones who really smile. Those people in the last group are in pretty slim supply. Lots of fake, move-my-lips-up-in-reaction-to-someone-looking-at-me smiles. You'll see plenty of that.
People fake smiles a lot now.
Still don't believe me? Look in th