Words from a Canadian soldierGuns fire as the band plays "O Canada"Words from a Canadian soldier5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm a Canadian and life is put towards the military.
I fought for months to come
I fell in love to many times.
My heart hurts as each soldier dies
In the cold blood war.
Everything seems fine but in the war its hell.
Blood everywhere, enemies hiding in certain areas,
But thinking of the one I finally fell in love with
Is the one thing that keeps me going.
Hey hey hey I am a Canadian soldier.
Bonded by the power of freedom
I march on towards the light.
As I march with my fellow soldiers
We hum a tune to keep our spirits up.
With our guns in position.
We sit and wait for the signal.
Hey hey hey I am a Canadian soldier.
Bound to protect this land,
Bound to bring freedom to others.
Others may say things that will hurt us
In the mind, but in the soul.
We're strong and free.
God keep our land safe and free.
Hey hey hey I am a Canadian soldier.
My last words will be true and my eyes will show you.
War is nothing to make fun of, its serious.
You can see m
My Soul is BlackBlack feathers, swirling against a black billowing cloud of forgotted ages.My Soul is Black4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Black feathers, falling soft and harsh against my skin, black and vivid.
Black, the colour of hopelessness.
Black, the colour of hope.
What's so bad about it? I live in blackness.
The soothing colour reflects my thoughts.
Why don't they listen to me?
Why can't they see me?
What difference does it make?
I go around everyday, with the spreading bloodstain of black on my soul.
The classmates never notice my pining, my longing for love;
Just for a different life.
Black sky, stretching out, across the vastness of the empty world.
The world that holds no future for me.
I see a red door, and I want it painted black.
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black-
That's not true enough. I don't want everything to be black.
Isn't the whole of my heart, my mind, my soul, enough?
Haven't I given you everything that belonged to me?
I cry, all day, inside, and the black tears fall like rain
With the black, black sorrow that
Canadian SoldiersUntill we die,Canadian Soldiers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Untill we fall,
We keep on fighting,
Through it all.
War brings us closer,
A fight side by side,
Tears over death,
Felt far and wide.
Listen to the people,
Never let them say,
We did not our best,
From then to today.
We bring peace to all,
We never give up,
Always answering the call.
To us the duty falls,
To save life,
To protect what is right,
In the midst of strife.
We are soldiers,
The Longest Road - prologueThe Longest Road - prologue1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chuunin exams. Gaara fights Rock Lee and Shukaku takes over. The invasion has been triggered much earlier than it was supposed to, and Gaara doesn't have a chance to fight Naruto at all. That's why he's still a psycho, and there is no one left to subjugate him since the Fourth Kazekage's been killed.
In progress since Sep 5, 2013.
Chapter 56 submitted on Aug 30, 2014.
Genre: Angst, adventure
Warning: emotional abuse
Main characters: Gaara, Temari, Kankurō, Baki, Matsuri, Jōseki, several OCs
"The longest road you're going to have to walk
is from here to here. From your head to your heart.
And you can't speak to the people as a leader
unless you've made the return journey.
From the heart back to the head." Dakota proverb
The Longest Road
There were many things Rock Lee hadn't expected to see during the chuunin exam, and the boy from Sunagakure definitely was one of those things.
On the MendSlowly, very slowly, I was aware of my consciousness returning to me. I was just felt so weak that I had to fight to open my heavy eyelids, a battle which I eventually won. Once I had the strength to do so, I was immediately confused to see that I was now back in my own bedroom. Before everything had gone black, all I could remember was lying broken and left for dead in a dark alleyway. It wasn't until I became aware of the great pain all over my body that I remembered the very reason for being left in that state in the first place. Earlier I had had the living daylights beaten out of me by a couple of vicious ruffians, no doubt sent by that murderous Baron I was now chasing. At remembering this, no matter how much pain I was in, I couldn't force myself to hold back a tiny laugh from escaping my lips. Little did he know that I would not be so easily defeated.On the Mend2 years ago in Romance More Like This
For a while, I laid very still in my bed with my eyes closed, too weak to even move. Soon, I felt a soft hand lightly touch my h
Black Metal PromterBlack Metal Promter8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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Apricots!!!!!!! Bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah
Thank you very much!
Roleplay Rules (2014 Update)A 2014 update on my rules for roleplaying. My last one was rather messy and people still get rather confused about things. So I hope by rewording and adding simpler rules will help those who are interested in roleplaying with me understands. I know most of my rules sound unfair and you may think I am “bitchy” or “presumptuous” but I am waaaaaay nicer than what you will read. As long as you don’t push my buttons then you are awesome.Roleplay Rules (2014 Update)9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1) Writing Style
One of the most important rule out of all the ones on this list, so you better not skim this or else I’ll hunt you down and put you in a chokehold. I REFUSE TO ROLEPLAY WITH ANYONE WHO ROLEPLAY WITH SCRIPT OR ONE LINERS. Paragraph or novel form only. I used to be cool with that occasional one liner since I understand the feeling of getting writer’s block but I think people misunderstand what I mean by think. I think they think that I give them the “okay!” to do that, which is not the cas
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Achievement UnlockedAchievement Unlocked6 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Wear whatever you want,” she said.
“It’ll be fine,” she said.
Damn bloody liar, Samantha scowled as she downed her second Bloody Mary.
Apparently, the Armax Arsenal Arena VIP area of the Silversun Casino hadn’t received Commander Jane Shepard’s memo about the dress code. Even at the late morning hour, the VIP lounge had a sprinkling of the galaxy’s hot, young elite milling around and dressed to kill.
And then there was Comms Specialist Samantha Traynor. Hanging out in the corner in sweat pants and a t-shirt like a bloody idiot who’d just rolled out of bed. Probably because she had just rolled out of bed, mostly due to a dangling promise of an epic brunch with her girlfriend.
“15 minutes, Sam,” the woman had vowed while handing Samantha her VIP Lounge access chit. “Just gimme 15 minutes. It’ll be a quick workout a
Updated Roleplay RulesOkay! About time I finally revised and updated my rules. I was thinking on doing this for awhile now but I’ve been busy with school and playing video games that I found myself walking away from roleplay for some time. But now that I finish all the games I wanted to play and school chilled down for the moment, I scrap together some time and updated this!Updated Roleplay Rules1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
1) Writing style
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I ONLY ROLEPLAY WITH THOSE WHO ROLEPLAY IN PARAGRAPH/NOVEL FORM. No script and no one liner. It is CRAZY hard to reply to people who roleplay like that. You know how you would text someone and they would reply with “Okay” or “lol” and the conversation just dies? Yeah, that is how it is for me when someone does script or one liner form. It’s not that hard writing five sentences or more. Just describe something or describe that action your character is doing. This annoys me like CrAzY. If I get a reply like this I’ll probably drop you
nine reasons why you shouldnine reasons why you should never love a poet:nine reasons why you should5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunt our nightmares and reasons why
we don't like to be alive.
we leave too many s p a c e s between our letters because
that's how we feel. all a.l.o.n.e.
and maybe you'll change that for a little while, but
in the end, it's all the same.
and we can connect with books and movies and music be
humans.they rush by,humans.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to keep their fragile fingers
animated in their omnipresent conversation.
their words fill the stationary air and
continue to absorb the limited area of the world.
they do not divert their eyes
from their hands,
from their phones,
from their work.
too busy to greet another pedestrian,
too egotistical to care.
that is the way of the people.
If I could seeIf I could see, ten years from now,If I could see4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where all the people in this room
Will stand in life and where they'll go,
I wonder if you'd see me smile.
If I could go ten years from now,
To tell those people how they've changed,
I wonder if I'd see them smile,
Or grimace ugly, hiding shame;
Of how they have betrayed their lot.
I wonder if they would repent,
When glancing back on those ten years
And seeing what they've done with them.
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
Chapter 1 - The Death of Sub-ZeroTitle: Sub-Zero: OriginsChapter 1 - The Death of Sub-Zero1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Universe: Mortal Kombat
Sub-Zero sank to the ground. Ribs, newly broken, with jagged edges stabbing at his lungs, constricted his cold breath. He gasped for air and looked up at his opponent, a demonic entity who enjoyed his discomfort. Fire blazed in his enemy's eyes. He swallowed hard and felt the sharp pain pulse throughout his chest, but he willed it away. Pain was the mark of a weak mind. The black and yellow clad man yanked violently on the rope tied to the large kunai blade stuck in Sub-Zero's rib. A wet crack filled the air as the blade whipped back to its master. New pain coursed through Sub-Zero's body. He collapsed into the dirt, writhing and clutching his bloody chest armor as the spirit of the man he killed only a week before kicked him over and over in the stomach. Bile and blood mingled in his mouth, and
Chapter 2 - TundraBrother.Chapter 2 - Tundra1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A faint whisper, but clearly Bi-han.
I'm sorry, Brother.
Louder now, and afraid.
Get over here! a deep, inhuman voice roared.
In the spartan quarters he had shared with Tomas and Bi-han his entire life, sitting upon his thin mat with legs crossed and eyes closed, Kuai Liang felt a sharp pain in his chest that jarred him from his meditation. His older brother had been gone for several weeks now, off on some mission whose details had remained a mystery to the younger Cryomancer. That was the way the Order worked – on a need to know basis – and evidently, Kuai Liang didn't need to know. Something was wrong though, he sensed it, though he couldn't put his finger on it. He rubbed his now tender pectoral muscles until the pain subsided.
Rising to his feet, he convinced himself he was imagining things. He had been training with his fellow Lin Kuei warriors all day, and Tomas had struck him in the chest during their sparring match. At the time, the blo
D-Day: Day Of InfamyD-Day: Day Of Infamy6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Today is June 6th, 2007. This is the anniversary of one of the largest and most vital operations of World War II. On this day, 63 years ago, the liberation of Nazi controlled France began. Over 3 million Allied troops crossed the English Channel from England into Normandy, in a battle that would create a toll of approximately 5,100 American lives, 340 Canadian Lives, 400-600 British casualties, and 3,100 German lives. Also, lesser known factions that were involved after the assault phase, were Polish, Belgians, Czechoslovakians, Greeks, Netherlanders, Norwegians, and free French.
A fact that is not known by many, is that there were two American Invasions. The first invasion began in the early morning hours of June 6, when the 82nd (Operation Detroit) and 101st (Operation Chicago) Airborne Paratroopers landed behind enemy lines, to slow and/or disable enemy counterattacks, and provide reinforcements for the men invading the beaches. The drop was everything b
Edward Elric's 'Short' Rants"Who did you say was small like a grain of rice and doesn't show up in your eyes?!"Edward Elric's 'Short' Rants4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"Who did you say was a super-ultra short kid?!"
"Who did you call an ultra hyper midget?!"
"Who did you call miniature size?!"
"Who did you call a shorty who's so small that he's barely visible and hard to target?!"
"Who did you call a shorty that has to be looked through a magnifying glass to actually be seen?!"
"Who are you calling a bean?!"
"Who are you calling a super midget that makes you want to step on him?!"
"Who are you calling a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed??!"
"Oh yes, I'm so small that you can't see me amongst the grains of sand, like always--!"
"Who're you calling small enough to fit in a microhematocrit tube?!"
"Who are you calling smaller than Endolimax nana??!"
"Who're you calling so small you have to use an oil immersion lens to see him??!"
"Hey!!! Who's calling me a short little shrimp you can't even
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
A Web of Deception: Chapter 1A Web of DeceptionA Web of Deception: Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: The Great Kung Lao’s victory over Shang Tsung is but a small hurdle in the many plans to conquer or destroy Earthrealm. Raiden cannot always stop these plans, but he can use a certain amulet under one condition. (MK: Conquest, MK9)
The Illusion of Peace
The tournament of Mortal Kombat was simply an old legend for most of Earthrealm’s inhabitants; one of many bedtime stories to entertain young children. But for the people who knew the truth, it was a day of profound worry and desperate prayers to indifferent deities. For the umpteenth time in Earthrealm’s history, its very existence was at stake.
Raiden’s powers were compromised at present, for he was in one of Shao Kahn’s enclosed arenas in Outworld. The Emperor himself was seated upon a menacing throne, flanked by two Shokan bodyguards on either side. A sizeable con
FoxholeDearest Ella.Foxhole2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Excuse my handwriting, for I am in an uncomfortable position as I write this. Please take the time to decipher what I have penned down because it is of the utmost importance. You see, Ella, I am cowering in a foxhole. Every few seconds, a shell will land and spray me with dirt and shrapnel. I cannot hear anything but the earth-shaking thunder of explosions, and I cannot see anything because my head is pressed close to the dirt, for fear that a stray chunk of rock or mud will take out my eye. I am waiting to die, you see, just like everyone else in this God-forsaken country. Waiting for that mortar round with my name on it to whistle down from the sky, fall into my little trench and blow me to kingdom come. There is nothing to do, but wait. Wait for that shell.
I wish I could tell you I am brave. I wish I could tell you I am fighting for my country. But I am not. I am not a savior, or a liberator, or a symbol of freedom. To the people of this country, I am the represent
Tomb Raider - SurvivorJust a girl...Tomb Raider - Survivor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once a student
deserted. On my own
among the unknown.
my life is torn
I am scared
I am not prepared.
Signs "be bewared"
I am warned
How will I survive?
At the end of this nightmare
will I still be alive?
I know this is the place where...
I shall not be mourned.
I am just a girl
Just me, a castaway
hoping to last day by day
To get out, only one-way
This life is torn.
A survivor is born.
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv