The Girl Who Didn't ExistThere was a girl who didn't seem to existThe Girl Who Didn't Exist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In either time or space.
The world spun without a care.
It's like she wasn't. Even. There.
It was like she was a chill in the night
That ran up people's spines,
But no one ever noticed her
And her visibility to others continued to decline.
She felt like she existed-
But that was just a lie.
Because one night as she watched the world
In the shadows
She let out her final cry.
And so the girl who didn't exist
Became a whisper in the night
And her sorrowful whispers haunt my mind
Every. Single. Night.
Date with a Tiny"So after spending just about 3 months with that woman I finally mananged to escape from her clutches. I know right me being 5 inches tall and her being as big as she was how could I have ever gotten out. I mean damn was she a plump girl speically around the hips actually she kind of reminds me of you....Oh thats not to say your fat or anything but lets face it you are a big girl. Well technically every girl is a big girl to me but you on average would be more plump then most girls. So really........"Date with a Tiny10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"GREG!" Gwen yelled out. "How about we stop chating for a little bit and just enjoy the food"
"Yeah Yeah sure I will"
Gwen was to put in plainly bored. It was actually outstanding really when she heard her friend say she would be getting a date with a shrunken man Gwen was ecstatic. The truth though was for a man who had been shrunken and tormented by some insane woman spouting nonsense about godesses for months on end then coming to freedom and revealing himself to the world Gwen e
respectHow dare you?respect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
Writing 302: Action in PanelsYou may think this is solely up to the illustrator of the book but in fact it's actually a shared responsibility between writers and pencillers.Writing 302: Action in Panels5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Camera Angles and Storytelling through Panels
As a writer it's your job to define the pacing and flow of the page and how your story will reach the readers. The artist's job is to take those directions, execute them as best as he can and apply his vision on top of the writer's. It is a collaborative effort and that's why writers and artists have to keep a constant communication.
Drawing a pin-up is one thing, telling a story through pictures is something else entirely. All your choices have weight and they should mean something, you should be very conscious of every single decision you take as an artist/writer when working on a comic book.
A close up has a very different desired effect than a wide shot for instance, and they each communicate something specific to your readers. So always keep in mind, "What do I want to communicate wi
Mendel and His PeasMendel and His PeasMendel and His Peas2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 Sweet Aquaintance
Have you ever felt out of place? Like you just don't fit in? You're not alone. I've been feeling this way since I've started grade school. I'm wasn't sure why, until I took a really good look at my family albulm. Everyone had sweet milk chocolate brown hair and eyes. While, I stood there with snow white hair and golden eyes, smiling. I'm that one rose you never seen in a meadow of daisies. An odd ball. The brightside is that I have a loving family. Yet, I'm fifteen and my only friends are my three brothers and my parents.
I guess that's part of what god has prepared for me. I know he has created a big road me yet to take, for now I must deal with the pain of being different.
I slowly pull on my uniform fixing my light pink tie. I let the snow fall from the tight bun I had tied earlier. I watch as soft curls bounce on my shoulders. It's a shame no one seems to find my hair as beautiful as I do. I pick up bag from my desk stuffing my note
The Last SongDo you think we'll get a last song?The Last Song3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm not sure. This diary I'm writing in is full of holes. It's sopping like a wet sponge. It reeks, but what doesn't in the filth and the mess?
Storm's passing. Not like I've ever seen here. Even the explosive storms of my youth; running in the fields, the junkyards, the rust-ravaged train tracks of old wasn't quite like this.
Something's exploded against the skyline. Orange is reflecting off the glass; the spider-striped, near shattered glass I kicked two weeks ago while mowing the grass.
It might be the gas works. Or the chemical sheds. Weyrdstorms do this, you know. That's what the warnings said. Electricity and chaos and hellish atomic confusion mixed into an atmospheric slurry and let to rage. I ask the question because music's the one thing I'm yearning for right now. It settles me, helps me think. Always has, though keeping my sister's sniveling furthest from my head might be an ulterior motive.
Do I think I'm escaping this plac
One Piece of the PastOne Piece of the Past2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luffy looked down at the jewel in his hand. "This...is it?"
One Piece! They had reached Raftel and found it, Gol D. Roger's greatest treasure. Robin had just translated an ancient poneglyph that described what it was.
"One piece of the past," the older woman nodded. "You are allowed to slip into the past to bring one thing with you into the future."
Luffy thought about it. There were many things he had sacrificed to make it this far. He thought of people he knew. He thought of things lost on the journey. He thought of his hat, which he gave back to Shanks some time ago. He almost wanted to go back in time and grab his hat, just so he could wear it again. That was stupid, though. Shanks said he would hand the hat back over if Luffy managed to find One Piece and brought proof of it.
There was one piece of his past he missed, one bit of "proof" that would stun not only Shanks, but the whole world. He usually tried not to think about the day Ace died. It was a scar that would never
Embarrassing School Physical...in Panties!Anyone here remember their annual school physicals? To this day, I still cringe at the memory for various reasons. In my home country, we used to have at least one every year (two if you count the sports check up). Ours could be really embarrassing, because they were usually unannounced and we often had to take our medical in the same room as the boys.Embarrassing School Physical...in Panties!3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It always started out the same way. First, we were ushered in two lines into the change room, where two nurses got us ready for our medicals; girls on the right side and boys on the left. This was where things started to get kinda weird. The boys only had to remove their shirts and singlets, but we had to strip all the way down to our panties. I'm not exactly sure why this was, but I clearly recall the nurse telling us to take off our vests along with everything else. Looking back, I think there must have been an unofficial policy to examine the girls more closely.
There was no partition in the room at that time, so the boys got t
ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with =theCHAMBA
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =theCHAMBA, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, theCHAMBA.
~BaneNacent asks Chamba “Are you going to do new Darkstalkers art for the XBLA release next year?"
Darkstalkers on the XBLA release : I WISH
No news on that if UDON is doing anything on it
If they are, I've not been told
But that would be neat!
~jel asks "Hi Chamba! Can you talk about what professional projects you're working on right now? What can we hold in our hands in the near future?"
Digitally : there's the Shiftylook stuff which has been fun
In Print: there's that Street Fighter next generation Trade
and that's it as far as I know
there could be more
but again, I'm usually told just before I need to do it
and since I tend to get things done very promptly, it'
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
Anna has too much to eatAnna has a bit too much to eatAnna has too much to eat9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Anna didn't know why she was so hungry. She is a relatively thin college aged girl, who spent most of her time studying or doing some casual work. She usually looked after her 110 pound body well, doing running every so often, and had a few boys who are interested in her.
Her latest job has been at a resturant, where she has worked as a waitress. However tonight she accidently knocked over a container of some sort of spice. She didn't know what it was, but took a taste of it. It tasted like heaven to her, so she took a handful of it, while no one was looking, and swallowed it.
Towards the end of her shift she started to get a bit peckish. She felt a little thirsty, so started drinking a bottle of coke. She gulped it down as if she had not had anything to drink for days. She felt her belly starting to pull at her blouse, and felt self concious. So she slowed down and got ready to leave for the night. Walking back home she felt her belly rubbing against her
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws
Booty Busting SneakersRoxanne is a gorgeous 25 year old women with a great body, nice curves, and long flowing hair. She works out like it was a religion, and went to the department store to buy new workout sneakers.Booty Busting Sneakers3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When she got to the store and went to the shoe department she asked the salesperson for recommendations on good workout shoes. "I need something that will work great for running and will can keep up with intense workouts. What do you have? says Roxanne. "Well miss, we just got in this sneaker called "The Sculpter." It's great for a toned body like your and it shapes the legs, backside, and muscles as soon a you put them on," explained the salesperson.
Roxanne, like the shoe when she tried it on, and brought it. She didn't waste anytime trying to them out. When she got home she got dressed in her workout clothes, tight white spandex shorts that fit snug over her 36 inch hips, complete with a tight white top that fit over her C cup breasts.
"Ok, lets see how these do. Hmmm, these feel nice and ti
Jack in the BoxIt was nearly dawn when my phone rang. If the time wasn’t an indication of who was calling, the fact that it was my permanent phone was.Jack in the Box2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I do hope you know how late it is, Trent,” I answered without looking at the caller ID. “I was about to go down for the day.”
“No you weren’t. You were about to go post on those ridiculous chatboards pretending to be a four-hundred-year-old vampire.” There was a patina of derision over the amusement in Trent’s voice.
“I’m pretty sure I’m not pretending.”
“That makes no difference. No-one believes you on the internet, especially when you only post during the day.”
“What better place to tell the truth than where no-one will believe you? And unless you spend as much time on the chatboards as I do, how would you know my posting habits?” I waited for a moment to see whether he would dignify that with a response, and when none came, I asked, “What do
Hana's Big ChillSummary: Hana has trouble studying during a heatwave. Perhaps the power of science will help! Or maybe it will give her a bigger problem...Hana's Big Chill5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: Contains extreme body expansion.
Hana stared at the text on the page before her, trying to focus on the
"In tempratures exeeding 200oc, what is the rate of molecular..."
She couldn't concentrate. Her body was uncomfortably warm, and her head felt fuzzy.
Sighing, she pushed the book aside and rested her head on the desk. The weather had changed rapidly in the last few days, going from mild spring days to an unbearable heatwave. Despite opening every window in the apartment and stripping down to a pair of panties and a thin tank top, she still felt unbearably hot and sweaty.
She wiped her brow and moaned. She had so much coursework to complete, but this heat made it impossible to focus on it. If she wasn't feeling drowsy or irritable, she was trying to keep cool by waving a fan frantically to little effect. She silently cursed whoe
A Purpose Among Them - Chapter 1A Purpose Among Them - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written By Alessio Cala [The Walking Dead Fan Fiction]
The distant echoing of gunfire startled Michael as he sprung up awaking from his sleepy state. He lifted his head over the abandoned school bus' large steering wheel to gain a better view of the road ahead and could only make out silhouettes in split seconds of muzzle flash lighting. Michael covered the torn blanket over his head to allow the night vision to kick in; he removed it and slid open the panel doors, slowly sliding down the steps and onto the road. He snatched at his backpack swinging it around his shoulder and gently pushed the door shut. Hidden in cover he watched up ahead, lifting the hood on his jacket over his head. The gunfire had stopped, Michael crouched and scurried along the ground to a closer vehicle for a better look.
Two men were limping in his direction, one man was slightly overweight wearing a baseball cap while the other, younger and physically fitter suffered with two twisted ankles.
Welsch Laffarou Pt. 2Welsch Laffarou Pt. 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanpakutō Name: Gorrión (Sparrow)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Although Welsch is one of the best known faces of the Arrancar race, little public information can be found about Gorrión, his Zanpakutō. This is due to many factors, including his ability to deal with threats without the need to release his sealed powers, which makes the abilities and appearance of his Resurrección an even greater curiosity. But the secrecy of what form his Zanpakutō takes is something of a guessing game to those who know little about it. They often spread rumors of it hiding within the many folds of his uniform's black sash--a blade or dagger of some kind. Others believe that he keeps it hidden in order to lure unsuspecting opponents into attacking him, assuming him unarmed. And while many choose to spread conjecture and rumor as to what shape and form it takes, few would ever naturally guess how peculiar it really is.
Within Welsch's mouth lies a small sphere, re
It's time to leave the toxic people behindLife is a continuous cycle,It's time to leave the toxic people behind8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a carousel that never stops spinning,
of being in situations
where you are treated unfairly
by those you (thought)
held you close
and even if
you keep treating them kindly,
they will never return the favor
these toxic people
exhale poisonous gas,
that will begin to fill your lungs-
this hazardous air
can not even be purified
by your own clean breath
It's time to find somewhere
where the air is fresh
as flowers and grass,
and you can be the sun-
appreciated for the life
and bright light
that you are,
It's time to leave the toxic people behind.
LOVE ME -Pokemon Creepypasta-It was a friday afternoon.LOVE ME -Pokemon Creepypasta-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was bored, and decided to play my DS.
My hand shuffles through my room, as I try to look for my Soulsilver. I haven't played it in awhile, and decided to play it now.
Finnaly, I see a black, flipped over cartraige, and let out a sigh of relief that I get to play it at last.
I grab my pink DS case, and find my rosey pink DS waiting there for me to play it. I slip in my Soulsilver, and the usual intros and warnings pop up.
At last, I get to choose my old character, which I chose the name "MIA" for. The game goes strait into a cave. My Feraligatr was shaking, and lets out his usual cry.
Suddenly a text box comes up; "Gloom wants to battle!" 'W-what?!' I thought. 'Since when are Gloom in Soulsilver?!' I shake my head, making Feraligatr use a water attack on Gloom. All the sudden, the whole game goes black. I thought at first, that, my DS turned off, but it was still on. My heart pounds in my chest. Suddenly the whole screen was shaking, and a bloody Poochyena r
Sanctuary (A Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction)Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock... The only sound that could be heard throughout the dark room was the muffled ticking of an old clock. The rhythmic sound of the aged gears turning were enough to lull even the most restless of people into a state of silent peace. The constant rotation of the cogs within that old face was what the young earl drifted off to sleep with every night.Sanctuary (A Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sleep was a luxury that offered him an escape from the lonely reality he was subjected to day in and day out. It was something that he secretly looked forward to every morning. Sleep was more than generous toward the boy. Most of the time he was plunged into a dark abyss for the night, not having of any memory of anything other than falling asleep and waking up to find the sun peeking through the windows in his bedroom. It enabled him to waste away the hours without feeling anything. No worries. No emotion. No anything. All that was there for him was a vast expanse of true peace. Or what he thought w
Just ShyYoure just shy Mina they always tell me. Just shy! This is always accompanied by a cheery smile at me, maybe a pat on the back. The crueller ones shoot each other knowing looks with raised eyebrows. That girl say the looks so melodramatic. Always has to be the centre of attention. Doesnt know what suffering is. Young people these days!Just Shy7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Theyre right of course. What do I know about real suffering? Im just an ordinary girl, not pretty but not unattractive either. A height, average build and unremarkable not-quite-blonde hair. Part of a practically nuclear family, aside from my brothers dubiously high income and my outrageously camp cousin Bernie who refuses to leave our sofa. An attic bedroom in a two story house that overlooks a pleasant, tree lined street on one side and a long, grassy garden on the other. Hardly a recipe for torment. In fact, perhaps my start in life was the closest a person can get to perfec