Xanadu Among HorsesXanadu Farm.Xanadu Among Horses2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's old and dilapidated and mushy and ooshey and grimy. Most of all grimy. It's most certainly not the glorious
marble palace of Kublai Kahn. It's a proper working farm that demands sweat to seep out of every pore and gives back only
painful calluouses and a sense of fulfillment. The barn was leaning in on itself in a haphazard and careless manner. I'd
had nightmares that the old mold heap would fall down on me in a moist and crumbling vise of a heap. It never did.
Manure and compost.
The stench of them goes hand in hand up you nose and down the back of your mouth to lie it's tired-self down on your
tongue for a bit, for even the odors have to labor away on Xanadu farm. After a while, you'll come to welcome the reek as it
becomes associated with happy memories. It becomes, 'homey', if you can stand to bear it.
melusinemelusinemelusine11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
her name was melusine. she walked into my art class one day, and the teacher announced her. she looked like she didn't want to be there. her hair was this bluish color that i can't descrine, it was a cross between turqouise-like blue and green, not to forget yellow. her hair was the color of the ocean in the tropics, so clear and blue that you can see straight to the bottom. her hair ended at her waist, and it looked like she could be even more beautiful than lady godiva herself, if she were naked and her hair were longer. her eyes were the same color as her hair, and when you looked into them without knowing her you would feel that she was compassionate, a loving person, but that she was very quiet. her wrists were covered in sparkling bracelets. silver, blue, white, yellow. she was wearing an old vintage sundress, with blue sunflowers. the dress stopped midway down her thighs, revealing her legs, which were as pale as white; it looked as if she'd covered her legs in w
Tartania Chapter 1Chapter 1Tartania Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I pulled my hood over my snowy hair and made sure to put my dagger down my knee-high boots. I left my nurse a note to cover for me before I ran down the stairs that led to the palace courtyard.
Gypsy was already waiting for me, her golden feathers glistening in the sunrise. Without saying a word, I climbed gently onto her high back and she leapt into the air, her elegant wings taking us towering above the city.
Every morning, for the past seven years, I had ridden my Griffin to Luniba's Waterfall. Father had beaten me at first when he found out, but then I stopped eating and stared blankly out my window and he allowed me to go again, as long as only he, my nurse and I knew about it; he worried that the strange foreigners would take me if they knew.
The foreigners were still camped outside our gates, not as many as before, but still more than our city could muster in an emergency. Even though we had been a
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
The Sleeping HeartA boy lies in bed in a hospital room. He's been in a strange coma for almost a week now. The people close to him asked the doctor what the cause was. The doctor stays silent for a second and slowly begins to tell them that there is some strange chemical imbalance in the boy's body. This kind of problem has never been seen before, he told them, but he had discovered what could possibly be the cause. He told them that it might sound strange, and unrealistic, but the boy had died of a broken heart. The boy's company couldn't believe it.The Sleeping Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before they said anything to the doctor quickly stated that he once had a depression patient that had almost similar signals and didn't improve with any medicine, or treatment. The doctor did tests on him for certain things, and none of them came out good. Until one week, someone started visiting him, and his symptoms quickly improved. That patient had fallen in love with this person and was better quicker than ever. The doctor had made follow up appointme
It Would BeIt would be quick. It would be easy. It wouldn't be painless, but in the end it would be worth that pain. Teal eyes stared down at shaking hands. Hands shouldn't shake for a task like this. It would make this worse. He had been considering it for hours, days, months, years now. His hand was still shaking. Every time the thoughts came to him he shook. He shouldn't be shaking for a task like this.It Would Be2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought was an easy enough thought to come by. Alistair had decided that everyone probably had thoughts like these at one point in there life. Maybe some people, some people like him, had thoughts like these constantly. There was no way there was anyone who didn't at least consider this for a second before thinking, "This is foolish, why would I think anything like this?" and then move on. Alistair was not the type to let go of a thought like
To: A BeautyHi,To: A Beauty3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know you don't know me, and I don't know you, but I know you're beautiful. When you walk into a room, it lights up, as if the sun is in your eyes.
You are strong. As strong-minded, and as strong-willed as God himself. No matter what challenge you face, know you can face it head on, without fear.
You are perfect. Whoever you are, whoever you love, it's perfect. Whoever is in your heart, is lucky; and those who have you in their lives, they are blessed.
Know that with each day, you will grow stronger still, and nothing anyone says can bring you down. You are loved, and if you think that's not true, know that I love you. All of the creatures on earth need love, and all the creatures need to love, so I'm here to say that you ARE loved, are beautiful, perfect, and strong.
Castles in the Air"Momma, w-what is the outside l-like?"Castles in the Air3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"M'hm! The outside!"
It's really cold. It hasn't started snowing yet, but it's almost the middle of November, it will soon. There were flurries the other day, but you and your sister were asleep and all I could do was stare out the window and wish we weren't stuck behind gray, gray fence, and solemn-faced guards who either
hate hate hate their job
love torturing the people they're protecting.
I wish I could have woken you two up and showed you how pretty the flurries were: snow, caught up in the wind and making mesmerizing circle-like patterns before landing in a scattered heap on the cracked ground below, a thing not worthy for something so pure. I wish the snow would fall and melt and leave something beautiful behind. I wish the ground would absorb something other than the blood spilled by the people starving alongside us for being nothing but
"Nooo, momma! I mean
The Sociology Student - WGProfessor Hargreaves, what ever will I write my phD thesis about? I am fresh out of ideas.The Sociology Student - WG5 years ago in Erotic More Like This
You could do mating rituals of the Uru people of Southwest Zambia . Maybe get in a little field work.
Oh, that one's been done to death.
How about a fresh spin on juvenile delinquency?
Professor, there are no more fresh spins to put on juvenile delinquency, its been done even more than mating rituals of the Uru people of Southwest Zambia!
Well, I suppose there is a topic you could try, on which little has been written before.
Oh yeah? I said, piqued.
Yes. You could do feeders and feedees.
It's an intriguing subculture. There are feeders, mostly men, who proceed in, quite literally, well, feeding the feedees, mostly women. The whole process is highly sexualized.
Oh that's nothing. Everyone has romantica
Jedi Code, Sith CodeJedi Code:Jedi Code, Sith Code9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is The Force.
Old Sith Code:
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
New Sith Code:
There is no peace, there is anger.
There is no fear, there is power.
There is no death, there is immortality.
There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side.
I am the heart of the darkness.
I know no fear, and I instill it in my enemies.
I am the destroyer of the worlds.
I know the power of the Dark Side.
I am the fire of hate, all the universe bows before me.
I pledge myself to the Darkness, for I hav found true life in the death of the light.
Star-SentOnce there was a girl who was in love with the night sky.Star-Sent4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world.
As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sky became more than just a sky to her. It was a giant treasure box, filled with the secrets of the places beyond earth.
The girl's love slowly turned to longing. She wanted to know the stars through more than just pictures and models, because deep down she believed that there was something in the universe she couldn't find on her own planet. The thoug
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