The New Street Photographer's ManifestoFebruary 7, 2013/by techgnotic
Street photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson called it the “decisive moment”— the captured instant when all the photograph’s elements come together to tell a story in a way a text narrative of thousands of words could never begin to. It is what hooks people, both practitioners and advocate-devotees, on the art form. It is uniquely completely immersive in life— step out into the streets— in which the moment of artistic epiphany can never be guessed at until it suddenly happens. When it is properly mastered, it is as pure as the dawn of each new day, as true as the living organism of a teeming street scene catching a breath as one.
It's no easy task to pull a book together for publication and "The New Street Pho
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
lost.Wandering,lost.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
Scary Movie Shugo Chara FanfictionScary Movie6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Amu is watching a scary movie when Ikuto decides to drop by. Will Amu send him away, or will she be so scared she'll ask him to stay? Basically Amuto fluff.
Amu sat shivering in her living room. The only light in the whole house was coming from the flickering television set in front of her. A discarded bowl of popcorn lay untouched on the table in front of her. She was sitting on the couch covered by a blanket, and hugging a pillow.
Her parents and Ami were gone, and she was home all alone. So why did she decided to watch this movie? Of all the movies on earth she just had to pick this one, didnt she?
A girl screamed in the movie, and Amu screamed along with them, burying her head into the pillow on the couch as if it could make her forget the scene she just saw.
Someone laughed behind Amu and she automatically straightened up in fright and threw the first thing she got her hands on at them.
Ouch, a pillo
Could you love me? Chapter 3"You were going to force me, John. You were going to make me love you. How were you expecting a person to react to that? You don't get it, do you? I'm the slave and you're the master. I'm the thing that is almost human but at the same time I'm not. I can't shake the feeling that I would die without you. I love you, master. I love you, John." Karkat took in a deep breath. He was never going to be that person that he was before again. He loved John and he needed to stay true to himself. What was left of it anyway.Could you love me? Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
John didn't know how to react. He was doing more harm than good and it was paining Karkat. " I love you too. I was going to force you but I didn't want you to even think about saying no to me. The thing that you don't get is that, I'm not even human. I'm a fucking vampire. I have my own instincts. Karkat you have to understand that I would die without you too. I don't care if I'm your master and you're the slave because to me, your just Karkat and I'm John." There was a t
Jenga Is a Dangerous GameJenga Is a Dangerous Game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
Story commission: Rini-tanPandora was a duchess but you would never expect such a fact by the way the townspeople treated her. She was not royalty but her father had been closely bonded with the king until his death long ago.Story commission: Rini-tan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The townspeople however thought of her as a bad omen, a walking nightmare. Bad luck followed wherever she went and they knew she was hiding something from them, something dire but they could never prove it.
Pandora sat on a bench, the citizens of the town walking swiftly by her. The ones with shops set up eyed her angrily and worryingly. She sighed and pulled her rosy hair to the front of her chest and began to stroke it in a tense habit.
She knew bad luck followed her but it was something that she had no power over. It was a curse set upon her for a bad deed that she had done as a child. It was a secret she kept locked inside of her mind, never wishing to let it out for the world to know.
She was not as innocent as people assumed her to be. They assumed she was just bad luck, which
Shugo Chara- Sick Day 6Amu caught her breath and sat with her knees up to her chest. She leaned her head back on her bedroom door and stared at the ceiling, worried. "Ikuto isn't getting better " she thought, resting her chin on her bare knees. Tears began to well up from inside of her and she sniffled softly as the forming tears got bigger. Before they could spill over, she heard her mother walk into the house and put all the groceries on the table so she lifted her head and looked towards the bottom of the stairs. She blinked away her tears and then rubbed the remaining water droplets on to her sleeves before standing up and proceeding down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen silently while her mother was putting all the groceries away, staring at her while she walked around the room. Midori turned towards the doorway and saw her daughter standing there and she walked over to her after closing the cabinet doors. She knelt down to her daughter's height and felt her forehead with anticipation. "Amu&Shugo Chara- Sick Day 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Religion and Computers 2005Religion and Computers 200510 years ago in Humor More Like This
Christianity is Linux
Countless versions exist, with most of them sharing common ideals. Founded on the principle that any person can modify the code in any way they see fit and present it as a competing product. This has resulted in countless distributions vying for space on hard disks. In the West, there has been a drive to reduce the effort needed to install Linux in order to increase its user base. Derived from Unix. Not as popular in English-speaking countries as the developers would like, but spreading fast in the developing world. The decision by American and Canadian Linux distributors to allow homosexuals to contribute to the source code has caused uproar among traditionalists. They insist that while Linus Torvald loves homosexuals, there's no way in hell he'd want them to go anywhere near the source code.
Judaism is Unix
Disciples of Unix can often be seen with large beards. Hard to understand and sometimes eccentric, the followers of this operating system claim
Why I Laughed at His FuneralWas dull, as funeralsWhy I Laughed at His Funeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was nothing I could help, the sound of it
left me. And in the moving crowd of black
around collars and scarves and
the formless grays of our town
, bowel movement of black,
broken by a laugh, then two, then
a whole cascade. Who is to say
I wasn’t mad from knowing the truth
or wanting to, not knowing enough?
Bobby Sweethouse died
throwing himself off the school roof.
His mother was the first to collect his remains,
ashamed almost to see
all the mess her boy had made.
Many of my friends had said,
he deserved this for being a queer,
or something along those lines, I’m sure
they could pull whatever they wanted
from a long checklist of things to say,
or spit, or hurl. Words, after all, like these
are pre-prepared, ahead of time.
It wasn’t his fault for being outted.
Or born here, where the cruel earth fought
to make flowers shoot from the ground
only to be crushed by the lightning of words,
sneers, and stares.
I’d like to think he wasn
Could you love me? Chapter 5Karkat couldn’t help the tears that started to pour from his eyes. Talk about being a sap but it did fit the emotional moment. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Karkat said over and over in a mantra of words.Could you love me? Chapter 52 years ago in Drama More Like This
John didn’t understand why Karkat was crying and took it as he did something wrong. “Karkat..?” He whispered. It was like Karkat was on some other world because he didn’t respond. John heard all the ‘I love you’ but why was Karkat crying? “Hey Karkat.” John raised his hand to Karkat’s face and started to thumb tears away.
“I’m sorry. John. God, I must look so stupid. I just.” Karkat sniffled. His words came out at the speed of light. It sounded nasally and it was hard to understand. He just didn’t want to mess it up. “I’m happy. I love you.” Karkat tried to explain but felt silly. He was being so emotional but that was just how he always had been. As far as he knew
Shield of the LionThis life is a waging warShield of the Lion4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fires rage in the streets.
Exposed day by day and in the eve of the night
The fires rage in our souls.
O Lion of Judah; you are the shield I carry.
You are the fire that breathes into my heart
And the breath that wakes me with refreshment.
O Lion of Judah; my heart raises your banner in my heart.
This war will end one day and you will reign
And your banners will be raised in your righteous eyes.
Lion of Judah; you are the shield I carry
And the battle cry I sing with the halls of my heart.
O Lion of Judah; roar in my heart!
You are the fire that will never burn out and my heart bows to you!
My heart forever sings to you the victor!
O King, I your servant and you go with me into the eve of battle!
You my shield and my refuge
I stand victorious in you.
O Lion of Judah; no battle and no war will defeat me
You are with me wherever I go.
Even Striders Feel It - Chap. IEveryone knew the name "Dave Strider" in Houston, Texas. He was the town heart-breaker, infamous for his one-night stands. Yet despite his reputation, ladies and dudes alike fell for him, thinking they were special, that they were "The One." Without exception, all of them soon realized that they had thought wrong; they were just like the others.Even Striders Feel It - Chap. I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, almost without exception
Dave Strider shoved his key into the lock on the apartment door. He struggled with it, grumbling, until it finally clicked and the door swung open. He stumbled into the dark entrance-hallway and called "Hey, I'm home." He felt the wall for the switch and flipped it, bathing the short corridor in harsh orange light from the flickering bulb.
Dave removed his shades with a tired sigh and sauntered out into the living room. He looked around and turned on a couple more lights before collapsing into the couch. He turned the T.V. on and lazily scrolled through the channels, not really paying attention to
watch it fallYour name is John Egbert. You are a hardened veteran of the game SBURB. You have since found yourself waking up anew on your thirteenth birthday and, through pesterchum, have stood by your friends as you all built your lives back up. No one else has any recollection of the Game. You like to pretend it was just a dream, that it didn't affect you. That it wasn't real.watch it fall2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But you know it's a lie. You know it's all a lie and nothing drives it home harder than the night you hear the tapping at your window.
At first you passed it off -oh, you thought, it's just the breeze blowing the tree branches.- but as it went on you began to grow uneasy. You still had a sense of sorts; you knew when the wind was blowing and this wasn't it. You hesitantly rolled over and your eyes grew wide at what you saw.
Falling over yourself, your blanket and your messy bedroom floor, you throw the window open. There he is, there is the boy that had enraptured you so before all of this. He is
drabbleYour name is Crabdadsprite. It has been exactly a sweep and a half since you last saw your wriggler.drabble2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You still remember the day you were summoned to the caverns; the day you first saw him. He was so little and vivid amongst his peers. You remember scooping him up in your large claws and the way he slid down inside of them, mewling and gurgling as he gazed up at you with big, grey eyes. He had been so small, so delicate.
As the sweeps pass you had watched him grow up. Slowly aging, slowly drifting. You remember the day he traded his wriggler scratchers for his own two feet; the day his horns began to really grow in; the day he learned his first swear. The boy had a mouth on him, but you never minded.
No, that wasn't accurate. You minded a whole hell of a lot. The two of you would go at it like no others, but it could only last so long before he would come to you, tear stained and ruffled, sobbing something about a nightmare. They had always been the worst.
You remember the first time he
Amuto - I need a Hero part 7Amu pov.Amuto - I need a Hero part 72 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dead silence. No pain, no sadness, no confusion. No happiness, no excitement, no love. Nothing that can destroy this peace is here. My heart is empty, like a gaping hole in my soul, it remains. I open my eyes with no utter idea why I am even doing this, nothing matters, nothing is clear to me, but I have no will to find out whatsoever. I can't see anything, but darkness. Calm emptiness. That voice is gone now, I can't hear it anymore. I don't know how long it has been gone. I can't seem to care either. Care, what was the meaning of that word again? I probably won't find out, so why try.
'Care care care care.' A voice went on and on in my head, like a command. What it is, I don't know. It sounds like me. What did my voice sound like again? I don't remember, so it probably doesn't matter. 'Care care you have to care don't forget.' That voice doesn't leave. What is it? It's not the same voice as before. I can't seem
Why Spirit Day Is Not EnoughPrefaceWhy Spirit Day Is Not Enough3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This essay was written in October of 2010 after DeviantART released this article supporting the Spirit Day movement to bring awareness to LGBT bullying.
I wrote it because there were so many comments on the official article that were defaming to one group or another that I felt the true issue had been lost in the rhetoric. The point of Spirit Day is to show solidarity and compassion for your fellow human beings. Not gay or straight or ill or handicapped - those categories don't matter. We're just humans, each flawed and each perfect. Spirit Day was an attempt to remind us of that.
I was confronted with two major arguments to this editorial in the original posting. One was that singling out LGBT suicides meant that I was putting more importance on that group than any other. For the purpose of the article, I suppose that's true. Spirit Day focused on LGBT issues, so the article (
ERISOL ROLEPLAY▲: (human/highschool!stuck) Eridan Ampora, the new kid from Ireland, sat at an empty lunch table. He wore big rimmed glasses, a deep purple hoodie, and a blue scarf. His hair was a light brown and he had a blond streak going along the middle. He had moved to your country because his father found a job at a fishing company. He poked and prodded at his food, not entirely hungry. His first half of the day didn't go too well for him, he was getting made fun of, and now you see him sitting alone, looking quite sad.ERISOL ROLEPLAY3 years ago in Drama More Like This
▼: Sollux frowned slightly when he saw the new face sitting alone at his usual table. He sat across from the forlorn looking male, setting down his tray gently. "Yo." he offered quietly.
▲: Eridan looked up, slightly startled, "uh...hi", he quickly looked back down, afraid the other boy would make fun of his freckles and his freaky violet colored eyes like the other kids did.
▼: Sollux smirked slightly. "I won't bite, you know, at least not on the first da
Could you love me? Chapter 4“How many times do I have to repeat myself? I don’t care if you’re my slave. Karkat come on. How can I make you trust me? I don’t even trust myself. It’s hard to put this into words. I know how I feel about this but I can’t explain it with words. Augh.” John looked intently into Karkat’s eyes and he hoped his look said more than words. In a fast movement John’s lips collided with Karkat’s once again. It was almost forced upon the other but this was how John was trying to show Karkat that he loves him.Could you love me? Chapter 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Karkat froze and stiffened. This can’t be happening again. This is wrong was whispered through his whole head. His lips hardened against John’s like dry cement. This was such a pitiful last attempt for John to try but somehow it was getting the message of ‘I love you’ across. This time, Karkat timidly kissed back. It was like a little first grader playing princesses and princes, where there were always hap
My RainbowShugo Chara FanfictionMy Rainbow6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An accident occurs leaving Amu blind. She's stuck in the hospital for the time being. She's getting visited by someone who won't tell her their name, and then finally Ikuto comes to see her. Amuto AmuxIkuto One-Shot!
I sat there, on the thin mattress of the bed and waited. I didnt know what to do. What could someone like me do? They told me theyd be here at one oclock, and it was now... Well, I had no idea what time it was. I felt like Id been waiting a long time. But thats all I do. Wait.
Ohayou! Someone called cheerfully.
Huh? Whos there? Yaya, is that you? I asked uncertainly. It sounded peppy and cheerful like Yaya, but how was I supposed to know for sure?
H-hai, Yaya concurred. Amu-chi... She sounded sad. I wanted to hear her be happy. Even more than that, I wanted to see her smile. Ow! Rima-tan!
KukAmu: never ending ch 7KukAmu: never ending ch 7KukAmu: never ending ch 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey guys!" I yelled. Amu and Tadase turned around and stopped. Bingo. "Hi Kukai" Tadase said. "Hey" Amu said after him. "Where are you guys going?" I asked them. "Oh, we were just gonna walk to class...why do you ask?" Tadase seemed kinda annoyed. Well too bad for him right? "Just wondering" I lied. I put my arms around them both and grinned. "Lets all walk together!" I suggested. Amu smiled and nodded. "Sure!" Heh, well she seemed happy about it. "Sure...why not?" Tadase seemed happy but annoyed. I knew he was trying to hide it in front of Amu. I took my arms off them both and walked by Amu. Tadase glared. "Something wrong?" I asked. "No...not at all". "Oh ok then" I tried to smile a bit but it was awkward. "I gotta check on some things, sorry Amu" and he walked away.
As I walked, I checked out my surroundings. Everything seemed fine. Peace and quiet. I
Time for God We are so busy with life , that we can hardly find time for God. But its not the question of finding time for God.Time for God1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
God gives us life for each day. He gives it generously, so that we may live it fruitfully in HIM. And we on our part, hardly spare any time for God.
God gives us a full measure for each day and HE expect us to return it in full( our fruitful work ).And the only way we can do this, is by doing our work in the awareness of HIS presence- by living each moment in God.
This is the duty of each moment - to live in the presence of God, believing that God-is-with-us.
I Can't Hear You - Davekat VersionI Can't Hear You ( the DaveKat version)I Can't Hear You - Davekat Version3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dave x John Karkat
He was leaning back into the sofa, almost sinking down in it as he stared at the ceiling. His eyes stared at what was practically nothing, as his mind went nearly a thousand miles per hour. He heard only the music that blasted through the headphones covering his eyes. The entire headset was solid black, with a red circle design in the center of each headphone. The colors matched perfectly with that of his broken record shirt. The boy hardly ever said a word when he was by himself. Dave Strider was fairly quiet when he wasn't looking to bother his friends, and that mostly happened only when typing was involved. In the reality of things, he found himself locked in his own thoughts a lot of the time.
So he had to stop himself from looking too surprised when his rather lively best friend swung the door open like he was going to warn Dave about the apartment having caught on f