Entombed in SandEntombed in Sand3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He found a good place to make the nest, next to a patch of bushes on top of a tall dune, providing good visibility of the surroundings. Quickly but thoroughly, he dug a small round hole on top of a little mound of sand, making sure it was the right size to accomodate himself and the eggs, while the female stood besides him. Unusually for their kind, the two form a monogamous pair; normally, one male mates with two to four females who help him take care of all the eggs on a communal nesting place. They live in a drier region though, where dunes are abundant, vegetation is sparser and bodies of water are fewer. Those who live here are a bit more slender and paler in colour, and often live in smaller groups of three or two individuals.
After making sure the nest was the right size and shape, the female begins laying the eggs. Two by two, the oval eggs are accomodated in circles inside the round nest, leaving a space in the middle for the parent to sit comfortably. They are sand-coloured a
The Great DyingThe Great Dying3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun rose lazily, warming up the land after a freezing night. The dried landscape acquiring a pinkish hue, the scorched soil reflecting dawn. Another day begins in this once lush land that is now gradually covered in dust, as if cursed by an unknown force above it all.
For the mighty black predator, self-declared ruler of this kingdom, it's time to wake up once more. Day and night pass by mechanically, his behaviour following accordingly. This one beast never witnessed the years of abundance, since by the time he was born, as blind and passive as the soil he now steps on, famine and heat were already taking place around him. He never had the chance to feast upon the flesh of the living rocks that wallowed in the slow waters and fed on the greenery; those had already perished or moved away. The degenerate king had to sustain himself on the scraps of others, or run after the little burrowers that barely made up for a meal.
If he had to compete with his brethren for the right to inhabi
Zhuns personal art tips 9Zhuns personal art tips 93 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I troll DA often and I come across alot of people who really crave some good art direction for themselves. Alot of people just don't know what to do or how to discipline themselves to improve their artwork/art journey. I remember when I was new to DA and at the same time new to taking artwork seriously (art school and such) that I was at a total loss at what I was doing. I had no direction, nobody would offer any advice and worse yet I was way too inexperienced to figure out that I had to ask for help. I didn't know about getting help lol. So, I was wondering around aimlessly for years.....yes, YEARS! I know at least one of you can vouch for that, as you followed me along my art journey.
So, with that said, I also don't notice any of these floating around DA. This isn't a guide to getting popular. If you're here to be popular, chances are it wont happen (because thats how karma rolls), or you'll achieve it but it will come with great sadness (drama)
1. How to draw wolves, or
StrongI have to smile.Strong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to scream.
I have to be in denial,
Cuz If i'm not,
I have to be strong,
For everybody else.
When I'm weak,
Everybody else will lose me.
They can be weak.
Cuz I will stay strong.
They don't need to be.
I want them to stay happy.
I want them to stay safe.
I want to protect them from the world,
With all of my strength.
But I don't want to always be strong,
So I lean into the music,
The other worlds,
Where others are strong for me.
Where I can cry,
Be free from the pent-up wounds
Where I can dream of anybody,
And they'll be strong.
I hate being strong.
Sometimes its overwhelming
When I wake up in the morning,
But I have to be strong for them.
But I have to be strong for myself.
Because sometimes, they're weak.
So I'm the only one
I can count on to be strong.
voicelessi.voiceless2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I lost my voice one day. I woke up to a hollow echo in the base my throat and knew I’d lost something special before I’d ever had a chance to say anything worthwhile. I checked under the bed and tried the lost and found, but couldn’t even ask if anyone had heard it lately.
I found my voice one day. I took long walks with silent friends, made travel plans and came home tired but fulfilled. I pulled a pen from the junk drawer, or sat down at a keyboard, or bought a journal on a whim and found it curled up around my fingers, sleeping, rusty, but alive.
AloneVoices and noise, cityAlone2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lights in darkness cold. Alone
and lost in a crowd.
Waiting for YouI don’t mind waiting for you. When you’re lonely, any meaningful conversation is worthwhile. Even the kind you have to wait an hour or two for. Maybe especially that kind. The kind you stay up late for, reading to pass the time, or constantly glancing at the clock, hoping. The kind you walk around the block a few times for, even in the cold. The kind you would have over tea if you could but you can’t because you’re both going home and you’re tired of the day but not of each other and, you know, one cup wouldn’t hurt.Waiting for You2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bright EyesShe can't take her eyes off of him.Bright Eyes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the moment she walks into her first class, she can't look away.
It's not like he's a particularly fine specimen of pubescent manhood - reddish blond hair, slim build, clothes too dark for his complexion (and wouldn't Kanaya be tickled at that, Terezi criticizing someone else's fashion) and heavy black glasses over his eyes. She doesn't think he notices her peeking at him - he doesn't look back, at least she doesn't think so. Then again, he could be shooting her a death glare behind those shades and she'd never know.
Stupid stupid dumb. Cool girls like Terezi do not stare at weird guys in their algebra class. No matter how oddly fascinating they are. She sighs, pushing back her own red shades to scrub her eyes. This jet-lag is getting to her something awful. Yeah. That's it. Jet-lag. She's tired, that's why she keeps staring like an idiot.
That's not even convincing in her head.
She wants to put her head down on the desk, but the asshole t
The Daydreamer's LamentI long to close the gapThe Daydreamer's Lament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between the realm of fiction and reality
And bring this lonely soul
A friend from the world I wish I lived in...
Just PretendJust Pretend2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyone dreams of their happy ever after
Where the days are filled with nothing but laughter
Bad days have become a thing of the past
And the smile on your face is something that lasts
But sometimes life is filled with darkness
Good memories tainted with feelings of sadness
Sometimes the dream seems so far and out of reach
But it is just a lesson, that life has to teach
It’s the passion that drives you, and the hope you cling to
The scars that remind you and the desire that guides you
And in the end there’ll come a day, where all the pain will fade away
But for now can we just pretend that we’re happy anyway?
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little brokencatch a falling star, put it in your pocket3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
Scratch and DentThis body’s no temple.Scratch and Dent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is not my home,
But I still have to live there,
So I will drive it like the rental it is.
I will try not to total it,
But I do not want my deposit back.
No stranger to the scratch and dent section,
Some days my skin starts to feel
Like the plastic on old people’s furniture,
And I start to feel
Like the world’s finest dust collection.
Somebody call Guinness.
I’ve never taken ski lessons,
But I’ve been told
If you never fall down,
Then you’re not trying hard enough.
I don’t know how to play guitar,
But I know this:
If your fingers aren’t bleeding,
‘cause tattoos are so boring.
Good stories so rarely written in ink.
I’m not saying scars are sexy.
Scars are stories,
And like all stories,
Some are better than others.
It is not the scar itself.
It is not the story.
It is the portrait of the artist,
The sound and the fury.
It is so much better than scrapbooking.
Memoirs of mosh pits, food fight
LGBTQIAAcceptance: the name for our Gay-Straight Alliance. I don’t think there’s a better way to say what we’re about than that simple word.LGBTQIA1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
“The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision.” -Lynn Lavner
Americans have been fighting for their civil rights since this country began. Over the years, the faces change but the heart of the matter is always the same: people deserve to be treated like people, and that is an axiom they are willing to fight for.
Last year, over fifty students participated in the Day of Silence. They gave up their voices for one day in reminder of students who did not get the choice to speak. They gave up their ability to fight back, to express themselves because invisibility is more painful than the attacks of any bully. They gave up their voi
GreyI like the color grey;Grey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's not black and it's not white,
but sometimes it's a little blue.
Never give upDon’t give up and climbNever give up2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the wall. Stubborn and strong you
are; my little snail.
A Harrowing Saga of Heartbreaking SorrowI lost my purple pen.A Harrowing Saga of Heartbreaking Sorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am far more depressed by this
than is reasonable.
A Story Told In Four WordsBroken wings rise again.A Story Told In Four Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dilemma in conversationsWhen I talk about nerdy things,My dilemma in conversations2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can talk without difficulty.
Sci-fi is easy to me,
British telly, anime, and gaming too.
My geekiness is common knowledge,
Get me talking about Firefly, I'll go on for an hour.
Like Tennant, I'm so sorry,
But I haven't the faintest clue.
Homestuck - Boundary IssuescaligulasAquarium [CA] began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG]Homestuck - Boundary Issues4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CA: is it ready or wwhat its showwtime
AG: Calm down. He only just left the room.
CA: but is it ready
CA: i wwanna start this off wwhile shes still here
AG: God! Could you be any more path8tic?
AG: I never said I was gonna help matchmake.
AG: I just want a laugh before we all die horri8bly.
CA: sure vvris wwhatevver you say
CA: hey howws your human
CA: oh right hes still followwin kar around like a baby quackbeast
CA: hmm seein that candy red ship sail wwhile gettin back at the lowwbloods wwouldnt be a fuckin bonus thrill at all am i right
CA: nope nothin personal
AG: God!!!!!!!! You are s8ch an 8ssh8le. Enjoying being forevver alone, Dualtard?
CA: yeah ok bitchfang
CA: lovve hurts
AG: U88888888H! Hipster hypocr8te! HIPSTERCR8TE! You want this way more than I do and you know it!!!!!!!!
AG: Now turn up the speakers and qu8t bugging me.
arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]
Of course Sollux had been on to the
the mouse and the fire"i don't like you,"the mouse and the fire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the mouse says to
"you're kind of
an aggressive guy,
the fire ate his
house & his family
but the mouse
"i still don't
he fully understood
the fire continued
& melt his house
"yeah, you're too
rough for me"
the fire singed
the mouse's tail
the mouse kicked
at the fire
& he was burned
"why are you
the mouse whispered
the fire crackled
& sent a hot breeze
the mouse was
quiet & still
he thought of his
family & his life,
crumbling in his
hands & right in
front of his eyes
he heard his wife
screaming & crying
that her children were
& her husband was
& tears suddenly
rolled onto the hardwood
as the mouse wept
the fire sizzled &
struggled to rage
but the mouse
did not heed
he wept & wept,
releasing all his
hatred & resentment
the heat had left
the fire was gone!
& the fire died
Sun DanceUp on the rolling dunes, purple in the twilight, the air was dry as parchment. Across the coarse sand skittered black rattle-bugs, their antlers clicking as they jousted. And along the crest wandered a lonely, brush-tailed camel, stirring up the sand behind it as it went. Far away on the horizon, a splash of orange was seeping into the sky as the sunrise readied itself. For perhaps the first time in her life, Mira wished it would slow down.Sun Dance5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ignoring the clicks of the bugs, she made the last scramble to the wind-blown lip of the dune. The camel huffed once at her before continuing on its stately travels. Mira gave herself a moment to breathe whilst she watched it depart. Then she untied the patterned sash under her bust and dropped it to the sand. The dress was next, the dark silk pooling at her feet. Mira rubbed her arms against the last of the night's chill as she gazed back the way she had come.
Far below the dunes, the sand city of Karmei lay slumbering. At such distance, the stacke
To My Ex-FriendI hope I never see you againTo My Ex-Friend4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause I know that if I do
All the pain will come rushing back
And I might just break in two
You used to say you cared for me
A lie that I believed
For I was desperate for a friend
And I was easily deceived
It's been three years since we last spoke
And though three years is a long time
I'm just barely getting over the hurt
Of you leaving me behind
I thought that we were friends
But apparently we weren't
I trusted you too easily
And that's what got me burnt
The scars you caused will heal
But it will take some time
So I hope that we don't meet again
For both your sake and mine.