America x reader - Babysitting part 1Alfred~" you purred into your boyfriend's ear "Do you have some plans for summer break?"America x reader - Babysitting part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Nope" he answered between bites of his hamburger
"Perfect" you smiled and sat next to him "I've got keys to my family summer house. What do you think?"
"Cool! When are we going?" he asked
"Tomorrow morning" you smiled again
"I will be at 8am"
"Did you hear that?" demon asked "They will have all house just for themselves. It will be hot!"
Angels blushed "No! It's not right! They are still kids"
"Don't overdo it. They had have their first time already, so, the worst it behind them~"
"No! I'm going to do something that they will have any chance for do it"
You came back to your flat as quick as possible. You were so excited about end of the school and your summer with Alfred. You throw your diploma on the kitchen table for your parents and ran to your room. You took few pair of trousers, shorts, tee shirts, dresses, shoes, swimsuit, cosmetic and lots of other important thinks and put them into y
Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:Artist Exploitation2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
NamelessA nameless creature jammed into a nameless space located in an unknowable location was all that stood between Experiment 726 and what he considered to be the Endless Stream of Creation itself. The creature was large and menacing, but seemingly beautiful to behold. Experiment 726 crinkled his eyelids at the creature that stood before him, frustratingly unable to comprehend all but the most simple adjectives about it. And yet… it was as clear as day and cold as night.Nameless2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cold. That was something you could call it, 726 mused. It was one of a very limited number of describing words that he could muster about this impossible place, because no matter how much he looked or analysed anything, nothing seemed to make much sense.
“Why come here?” The nameless creature demanded. “And how? No creature such as yourself should even be capable of getting here.”
“I'm just lucky?” 726 tried. “I honestly don’t know.”
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.Do you know the taste of the universe?2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a long time to you, and eventually you sneak a look at the crying man who smells like Portland and loneliness, and he sees you. He leans down until you can see the red lines in his eyes and he whispers to you.
“Do you know the taste of the universe?”
And you look up at him with your little-girl eyes and shake your head because you can’t
100 Species Challenge100 (non-extinct) Species Challenge100 Species Challenge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This extreme challenge was loving created by me to try and get other artists out of their comfort zone. You get to pick a species to draw that falls under the category (all living animals are covered, only once, in this challenge) rather than having a set species. Simply draw an animal for each number and please link back to this deviation (or give me credit) for the challenge as I spent a fair few hours sorting this out.
Please don't modify and then claim it as your own. I will be doing a bird, mammal and chordata versions. This version was created for my group, Animal-Anatomy.
Example: rats, mice, squirrels, porcupines, beavers, guinea pigs, hamsters
Example: flatworms, hairy backs
Example: characins, pencilfishes, hatchetfishes, piranhas, tetras
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sleeping disorder"So... you experience difficulty sleeping?"Sleeping disorder2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Yes, that's because I'm never awake."
ForeverForever2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a white light, just like people said, except you didn't walk into it.
In fact, it was all around him.
Engulfing him the moment he closed his eyes, seeing his old friend for the last time.
He had been waiting for this day for so very long, hoping it was soon.
After 5 billion years of seeing space, fighting aliens, saving Earth and becoming the Face of Boe, Captain Jack Harkness had had enough and now was getting what he wished for.
But then, the lights around him started dimming and he panicked in his mind, thinking he was going back to the living again after so long of doing so before when actually, it was quite the opposite.
He woke up on a desk....his desk.
Looking around him, he saw he was in the old Torchwood Three base, more in fact in his office and his old body, the way it was before.
Standing up, he carefully examined himself, finding nothing had changed except his old body had morphed back to what it was before he turned 3 billion years old. He was wearing his blue shir
Sopor Flavored Sweetheart(Female!Silver Blood!Reader X Gamzee)Sopor Flavored Sweetheart1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You chuckled, smiling at the Sopor-covered clown in front of you. You have been cooking some Sopor pie with Gamzee, who had scared himself while holding the pie. He had stepped on one of his many clown horns, making him jump into the air. He landed on his rear shortly thereafter, the pie landing on his head, covering him with Sopor slime. Though, in order for it to land on his head, the pie tin had to get skewered by his horns.
You smiled and wiped the Sopor off of his face. He smiled back at you, chuckling. “Thanks my motherfuckin wicked sis.” He said.
“Anytime my Sopor-tasting purple blood.” You replied. Gamzee smiled and looked you up and down. You looked just like a female Karkat. That was because you were a silver blood, a much rarer blood color than red. It had no place on the hemospectrum at all. This was mainly because your blood color gave
Back To LifeI paused, reflecting. The decision was final. Nothing at all could stop me, despite the thoughts nagging at me, deep in the farthest reaches of my mind. I had tried so many times before, but my weak heart won over, dragging me back into the twisted, tangled mess called Life. I turned the faucet on, cold, all the way, and watched for a moment as the tub slowly filled. Then I walked back into my room, and stared at the clock. 10:39pm. Thank God it was Friday. I would have had to wait another day full of shouting and yelling. Another day full of stress, and grief. Another day in this miserable excuse of a world. My head ached, as I pulled off my shirt and stared into the dirty bathroom mirror. As I looked up and down at this sorry piece of nothing, I was filled with an overwhelmind hatred. Hatred for myself, hatred for the world, and hatred for Life itself. The glass that had once stood prettily painted, was now red and black, striking out any light that dared enter into the reflection. TBack To Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ResearchSome writers frequently delete browsing history.Research2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hideous Lie.What a hideous lie.Hideous Lie.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
What a cruel world.
I am reminded of these things from time to time.
The stars are not stars,
They are suns.
Not some yellow pointed shaped thing,
that flicker in the night sky,
allowing you to wish on them.
The stars are a lie.
I take a look at an old school photo.
They lied too
I put it back,
since it was considered a memory.
As well as the beginning of a very huge lie.
You can dream to be whatever you wish to be,
Thats what we were told,
that was when our eyes still had life.
But they forgot to tell us,
that Nightmares were also dreams.
Innocence and purity.
Sometimes we envy people who has them,
we envy that they hold on to their white dream cloud.
That they can,
that they are allowed to,
that they will achieve.
While the rest of us,
didn't make it.
It changed over time.
Every little mistake,
every little thing we did.
Made our dreams,
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There
The Question Mama!ReaderxChibitaliaYou sighed as you walked into the living room. You have just finished cleaning your whole house and you were proud. (Not to mention, tired and hungry) You sat on your green sofa and picked up a book you had recently bought. It was a very interesting book with serial killers and more.The Question Mama!ReaderxChibitalia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mahogany door slammed open, jerking you out of your fantasies. You looked over to see your two sons walk into the house. Feliciano, the youngest, was humming as he walked over to you. Lovino, the oldest, was scowling at the floor.
"Hello, boys. How was school? " You asked. Lovino grunted and walked upstairs to his room. Feliciano walked up to you and pecked your cheeks in greeting.
"School was fun! We painted and sang songs!" He trilled. You smiled. He was just so cute.
"That´s good, cariño. So are you hungry?" You asked but you already knew the answer.
"Si! I´m very hungry." he responded. You put your book down, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Feli followed you and took
To all the photography lovers out there.Have a look at this short selection of Leonard Freed's New York City Police work (1972-1979).To all the photography lovers out there.1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
And do not forget to keep browsing through magnumphotos.com, where you find gems like these below.
Nyc67213 by noperson
Pax11292 by noperson
The Last DriveAn array of green raced past the foggy, rain stained windows of our car and silence filled the melancholy air as my knuckles became a ghostly white from the the deathly grip i held on the steering wheel.I look over at you, a frown tugging at my lips,but i refused to surrender to it.My attention came to the sight in the rear view mirror, and that frown was chased away with a smile.A small chest lifted calmly up and down, a innocent tiny face seemed peaceful in it's slumber.My gaze returned to the road.Its once comfortably endless features were snatched away and replaced with a large,tan, abandoned townhouse surrounded by a picket fence whose paint was slowly eroding away.strong nostaligic feelings crept upon me when the car stopped with a jerk in front of the house.These feelings began to fade however, when a shrill wail from the back seat filled my ears.I rushed out of the car to the door behind me, opening it to unstrap the once sleeping child from her carseat.OnThe Last Drive3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
InsomniaNow, now, all of you. It’s late.Insomnia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mind, stop wandering all over creation; you can only juggle so many things at once.
Neck, stop whining; sometimes, life puts us in uncomfortable positions and you just have to accept that.
Nose, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stuffed up and shut off from everything all evening… In the morning, I want you to open up more.
And, you, heart, would do well to be quiet every once in a while; especially at this late hour. No one wants to hear about your newest anime crush at 1:00 am.
Extremities, calm yourselves. Stop all your nervous fidgeting; it’s very distracting. That goes double for you, fingers and legs.
…Are you even listening?
Ugh. Of course not. You can’t be all ears, I suppose…
But honestly... No, stop that! Settle down!
I implore you; no, I’m begging you.
BeatenMy ragged breathing filled the silence of the small cold room as I stood, head down, to watch the fresh blood trickling down my arm pool on the floor by my side in a spreading stain. A rush of dizziness makes me pitch dangerously to one side but I catch myself at the last moment and stagger backwards, slamming my back into the wall. I let out a short choked scream as the pain racks my senses and races through my body. Slowly, I slide down the wall and sit heavily on the hard floor.Beaten8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shit, that hurt. Everything fucking hurts. My body's pulsing, still feeling the blows that no
longer pound me.
I rest my head on the wall behind me and let the cold of the cement calm my raging headache. A shiver goes all the way up my spine, jarring my body. Ow. Shit. Shifting, I try to find a more comfortable section of wall but end up gasping as my broken ribs cry bloody murder at the sudden movement. A few hot tears escaped, stinging the hell out of the bloody scrapes on my cheeks. I lift my hand, which
.photography: a love story.Falling in Love.photography: a love story.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was about eleven years old when I got my first camera. It was instant love, my first love. I took it everywhere with me. Every flower in sight was shot, my friends became models. My dog became an endangered animal in the Sahara that was to be the epitome of my photographic lifetime. Being a photographer quickly became my dream.
The Truth is Often Disappointing
One day my father took me for ice cream with a side of let's talk about actuality. Simply put; he told me photography was a wonderful hobby and he was glad I found an interest in something. Then came the harsh reality; it takes a lot to become a professional photographer. Most people only ever do it as a hobby; only a select few ever make it a career.
Putting it Down
I can’t tell you if it was the disappointment of learning my dream job wasn’t likely to
The Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a Muscle2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As a poet at any given skill level, you might ponder different ways to advance your mastery of the craft. You might spend weeks dissecting famous and not so famous poets. You might read countless articles on poetic technique. You might just plow through any and every collection you can get your hands on, track all of the most well-know journals, follow all of the contemporaries. All of these things add up to a knowledgeable poet. However, does this necessarily make you a better poet?
No. The reason is that most of us equivocate poetic skill with divinely gifted talent. We often think of poetry as a latent ability that we merely possess or do not. This leads to certain diseases within the mind, whether it be the idea that our words are beyond reproach because they are "self expression," or we decide that words come out and that's all there is to it. Other times we are stricken by the undeniable flaws of our work, even t
Writer's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC meme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Created by: Trafalgarlawfangirl
I. Alright guys, you know the drill, choose 5 of your OCs and add a short description below (Even if you know what they look like the people who read it don't! Write it as if you were explaining it to an idiot!). If you don't have 5 OCs then make one up on the spot! Seriously, sometimes the random characters you make are some of the ones you have the most fun with.
II. You (the writer) are walking around a busy part of town, at some point, you end up crossing paths with [Character One], neither of you recognize the other. As the two of you continue on your way, what was one thing you both noticed about the other?
III. [Character Three] or [Character Two] is trapped in a windowless room for the next 72 hours (3 days for those of you who won't do the math). Do they go crazy? What do they do to pass the time?
IV. [Character Five] is able to go to the past and tell their past self some advice for the future
The Day We Died"Oh shit, oh shit! Just what the hell are those things man," yelled private Johnson, as he unloaded just over half his M-4 carbine's clip at the screaming creatures. The bent-limbed horrors were peppered with bullets, but still they continued to crawl toward the soldier and his sergeant; shrieking in a strange unintelligible language. The creatures were by no means fast; they were limited to crawling, but their large bulky arms showed no sign of weakness. It served as both a weapon and a shield, dragging the rest of their thin emaciated body along the floor.The Day We Died1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I suggest you duck for cover Johnson, those things will tear you apart in melee," said first-sergeant Gabriel as he placed a hand on Johnson's shoulder and ushered him behind the blockade of furniture that had been set up. The sergeant pulled the pin on an old frag grenade. One that he had found within a storage box in the facility and he held it tightly in his hands until he was sure of the distance. "