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
My Best Friend Is GoneIf only I could tell you just how I was feelingMy Best Friend Is Gone5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If only I could tell you what I need
I would tell you that I'm feeling lonely and abandoned
And that it's you I need
Sometimes I wish you didn't hate me
Sometimes I wish that you could just see
Sometimes I wish that you'd come back
And talk a bit with me
If I could have one solitary wish
For one wish is all I need
I'd wish that you would call me up
Or come and comfort me
I'd love for you to be here now
For your shoulder's very dry
And it's quite prepared for the waterfall of tears
That are dripping off my eyes
We used to talk so much
Used to be such good friends
Now all we are is strangers
Why do friendships have to end?
You used to be there when I was sad
Used to make me better when I was mad
You used to make me smile late at night
Used to tell me everything would be alright
You abandoned me, my friend
When I needed you the most
You had more important things to do
Couldn't be bothered with me, I suppose
But I would forgive you
Ex-Best Friend.You can try and deny itEx-Best Friend.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And act like nothing is wrong
But we both know
I'm not that stupid
I don't understand you anymore
We used to be friends
And if we still are
You make it appear otherwise
Did I say something mean?
Or do something wrong?
Because I must have missed it
And you'll have to tell me
But you keep so silent
With your lips so tight
And you face turned away
Making yourself a stranger
You're trying to erase me
Getting rid of our memories
And what linked us together
For one reason or another
If you really don't want me
Just go ahead and tell me
Because what you're doing now
Is the cowards way out
You can try to ignore me
But you can't erase me
Because I'm still here
And I won't disappear
You might feel nothing
And I'd hate to think that
But this is killing me
Because this isn't the first time
You're not fooling anyone
What kind of game is this?
No one will win this one
This selfish, stupid game
I thought I knew you better
But apparently I don't
The girl I knew was different
To My Ex-FriendI hope I never see you againTo My Ex-Friend3 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.
StoriesOne day, darling, we will be broken and oldStories2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Think of all the stories we could have told
Think of all the stories we can tell
We will know we have lived our lives well
For one thing I can already vouch
We will sit together on our couch
Talk against each other with love
We will fit each other like a glove
We will know what the other wants
What our horrid nightmares haunts
Sit against each other, hand in hand
Not everything went as we planned
We will tell our children what we have done
What victories we did and did not won
We will tell that not only the end matters
That a journey can always end in shatters
We will tell what we could have told
But those paths are now old and cold
We will tell what we did actually do
This journey, experienced by me and you
My WallsInvisible barriers protect me.My Walls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A force you will never see.
But try and break through,
And you'll understand what they do.
They hold me back, they lift me up.
They do everything a man's not capable of.
They protect my scars, they're never far.
So don't break my walls down so hard.
Mourning“It’s not like that; there’s nothing wrong with mourning your wife. Everyone deals with it in their own way. But now – sometimes. . . It’s just that sometimes you get this look on your face that’s less I wish she were here, and more I wish I were with her, and that scares me a little bit.”Mourning2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
if Zelda CD-i were a novelif Zelda CD-i were a novel5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee," Link exclaimed, stretching out his arms and letting out a great yawn, "it sure is boring around here..."
King Harkinian was standing across the room from the elven boy. He was tipping a large, stout, purple goblet back as he drank a hard rum.
"My boy," the King began, lowering the chalice from his orange-bearded face and twirling a pointed finger into the air philosophically, "this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Link shrugged casually and rolled his eyes, "I just wonder what Ganon is up to."
Many a year had indeed passed since the last slaying of the dark wizard known as Ganon. Hyrule had seemed to be at peace now, and that's all that had really mattered... for most people, that is. Link, however, lived for the adventure. He had, after all, been destined to be Hyrule's savior. By now, his insatiable hunger for a battle was all that overcame him.
A small red dot appeared to zoom across the cloud-dott
Learning to Fly Many people have dreams of flying, but how many have dreams where they have to learn? How many have dreams that happen in succession and yet they are years apart?Learning to Fly2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the first dream, I had wings. Beautiful, beautiful bird wings. A friend of mine had wings, as well. He launched into the sky and called for me to join him.
But no matter how I tried, I could not so much as unfold my wings. I spent the entire dream standing there in a meadow, trying to make my wings work while my friend hovered above me.
In the second dream, my friend had dropped down and was teaching me to fly. He explained it so many times. I still didn't understand. My wings remained motionless, decorative.
In the third dream, the world began to crumble. The grass withered under my feet; the tree in the distance creaked, split, and fell. The sky swirled and the ground churned.
My friend put his hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes, and told me, “Fly.”
Like magic, my wings unfurled and I threw mys
Conversations with Doc - Part Fouri.Conversations with Doc - Part Four2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Just be your usual lovely, kind, smart, wonderful self, and you'll be fine. Leave Bitch Lauren at home tomorrow. Pat the Snarky one on the head and tell her to be good while you’re gone."
“I can’t leave her with you for a few hours?”
“NOOOO, no way!”
“You’re neat, aren’t you? I mean, not compulsively, but you’re organized.”
“I try to be. I go to The Container Store just to look around.”
“Now that’s a line for a story. I’m stealing that line.”
“I won’t time you. I only do that to people that have consistently abused my patience.”
“See what I have to deal with every day? Snipe A and Snipe B right here.
“Just look at all the silver in your hair. I take credit for at least some of those. I bet I made that one right there turn silver.”
"Good luck, Doc."
"Luck? Skill! Intensity! World domination."
You're different - be strongYou may be short but I am tallYou're different - be strong2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your face is big but mine is small
You may hate me, I say "so long"
For I am different, I am strong
They are dumb but you are smart
They blend in, you're not the part
But even if you don't belong
Say you're different, say you're strong
They hate us but we don't care
Because we will stand out everywhere
So if you're 'normal', don't get me wrong
We will be different, we will be strong
UnwindingLet’s spend our vacations working.Unwinding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You because you have to;
me because I like watching you work.
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.
Curious eyesCurious eyesCurious eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With wild fascination.
But would it be wise,
To squire temptation?
Instead of demise
You might find salvation.
Of death and rubber ducksThat’s it. I've just witnessed the stupidest death ever.Of death and rubber ducks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine you’re walking on the edge of a swimming pool, early one freezing morning – because you work there, that is, not because you want to take a dip – you just walk and then suddenly, you step on a squeaky device that causes you to slip forward and bang your head on the diving board.
And the last image you see is that of an abandoned rubber duck.
You know what the worst part is? I hate swimming pools, I hate chlorinated water, and above all, I hate diving boards. I only work, I mean, worked, in the swimming pool because it was the sole job I could find without a degree. Simple and brilliant. The irony is I've always wanted to become a marine biologist.
Well. You could argue my job gave me the opportunity to study mycoses and other underrated forms of life that colonise the swimmers’ feet.
Anyway. At least now I will be remembered as the young man killed by a rubber duck. Fantastic. I’
The Optimist, the Pessimist, and the RealistOne afternoon, an optimist, a pessimist, and a realist were on lunch break at a café.The Optimist, the Pessimist, and the Realist2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The realist got thirsty, ordered a glass of water, and drank exactly half the glass.
The optimist glanced over at the realist’s glass and said it was half full.
The pessimist argued that it was half empty, and soon the two were in a heated verbal argument.
The realist finally got frustrated with their bickering and interrupted.
“Stop it, you two, don’t you see?!” the realist exclaimed, shoving the two apart.
“It is useless to argue about such irrational things, we haven’t got the time for your frivolous disagreements, when contrary to what you may believe,” the realist paused, “You’re both right!”
“Huh?” inquired the pessimist. “How can we both be right?”
“Don’t you see?” rhetorically asked the realist, “It’s both! It’s half full, and half empty.”
The pessimist an
A Writer's ApologyI'm sorryA Writer's Apology2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stayed up late
Last night again
I stayed up too long reading
Last night again
But how can you expect
For me to sleep with all these ideas
In my head
How can you expect
For me to rest with all these untold stories
In my head
I can't risk
Sleeping and losing
Because I can't risk
Becoming another face in the crowd, not following
So I guess I'm sorry
Just ban me from everything so I won't
One day I'll cause someone else to
A Promise to the Ones I LoveIt's okay for you to feel weakA Promise to the Ones I Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I believe in your strength.
It's okay to feel ugly
Because I'll always think you're beautiful.
It's okay to feel worthless
Because, to me, you are beyond precious.
I love you.
Wholly and completely.
And I do so
Simply because you are you.
It's the kind of love
That will last Beyond Forever.
Even if I'm younger than you
Or less experienced,
I want you to know
That you can lean on me.
I want you to trust me
Not just to keep your secrets
But to hold you up
When you're feeling down.
I want us to be Unafraid
To be Ourselves,
If only with Eachother.
You are my Friend.
You are my Family.
You are my Blood,
The Essence of my Soul.
And that will never change.
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.
Ode To A Harkinian Urn"Gee," Link moaned with a yawn quite drear,Ode To A Harkinian Urn5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Proclaiming, "it sure is boring around here!"
The king tried to remind him of the world of lore:
"Mah boi, this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Trying to think of something fun to do,
Link said, "I just wonder what Ganon's up to."
The boy and the monarch looked suddenly into the sky,
where a man on a magic carpet was gliding by.
He landed at the window, announcing with a cry,
"Ganon and his minions have seized Koridai!"
"Hmm," the king mumbled, "how can we help?"
"Link can defeat Ganon," Gwonam said about the whelp.
The boy was excited: "Great, I'll grab my stuff!"
"There is no time, your sword is enough."
He said to Zelda: "How about a kiss? For luck."
"You've got to be kidding," rebutting his pluck.
Link got on the carpet, ignoring Zelda's scoff,
Shouting in excitement, "Squadala, we're off!"
The boy and the wizard did soar through the air,
Ultimately in the search for Ganon's lair.
"Wow, what are all those heads?" Link asked,
Feline FatalityEyes sealed shut,Feline Fatality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With limbs struggling to-
I feel wetness;
On my nose.
And a tickling sensation-
Upon my twenty newborn toes.
I think I have fur;
And a tail that likes to move
Soon I'll be able to see,
And soon you'll say good bye to me.
I'm eight lives shy-
Of our lifespan's expectancy.