The Girl Who Didn't ExistThere was a girl who didn't seem to existThe Girl Who Didn't Exist2 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.
Mendel and His PeasMendel and His PeasMendel and His Peas1 year 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
RunI need to escape,Run2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be free.
I must surely run wild.
I long to laugh and see.
Run, run I shall run out of fear.
I will flee from the threat.
I shall go far not near.
A place that is safe,
That is what I need.
I need no familiar face
So, I take off with speed.
Forget what I have left
For it is surely gone.
Time is running out,
They will be awakened by dawn.
So, I gather my things
And swiftly go away.
There's nothing left for me here
And no reason to stay.
But I'll admit, I'm glad that I'm free.
After years of being controlled, I can finally be me.
Dearly Departed,Dear, dear Nicholas,Dearly Departed,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've only ever told one person ever what I did to you the night before you died.
He told me over and over to assure me; "Don't blame yourself. You couldn't have known. I'm sure he understood."
There was no way I could believe him, so I pretended I did.
Everybody tells you, never end on a bad note, and what a bad fucking note it was.
At your funeral they all said, we never knew what we had until it was gone, as if they even knew.
They told me I was lucky, one of the last few to see you before you left, when they had no fucking clue.
When people looked back on the days before, they said, we didn't see the clues, we could've seen it coming.
Why did I ignore the voice in my head, that told me, you never know, when your last chance comes.
Was I so naive, so immature, to let a heated temper overrule my love for another.
You taught me something so important. But your death taught me so much more.
Your life taught me what really mattered, and who.
The Last SongDo you think we'll get a last song?The Last Song2 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
ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA2 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'
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 Panels4 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
Lolli's Desu and Helpful List of PLZ's:iconiloveitplz: :iconiloveitmoreplz: :iconretardiloveitplz: :iconiheartitplz: :iconilovekrissiplz: :iconikilleditplz: :iconinomitplz: :iconirapeitplz: :iconilikeitplz: :iconilickitplz: :iconidislikeitplz: :iconihateitplz: :iconiwantitplz: :iconicantbelieveitplz: :iconiderpitplz: :iconikissitplz: :iconidontloveitplz:Lolli's Desu and Helpful List of PLZ's3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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Bleach - Kidou and AbilitiesKido TypesBleach - Kidou and Abilities6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bakudō (Way of Binding)
-Supplementary spells which can immobilize an enemy or have an effect besides a direct strike. They may seem subtle, but these spells can give their users a tactical advantage when used properly. These are a broad category of defensive spells which block/repel attacks or freezes enemies in place. This class of spells include Kidō Barriers & Seals.
-Focused spiritual energy formed into a solid form of energy. This energy can take on many shapes or colors as determined by the user. Barriers are protective in nature, and can be as simple as a barrier only protecting one direction or encompassing all sides of an area. Barriers can be used for containment, and some barriers can be used offensively. Barriers can mask spiritual pressure and can make one spiritually and physically invisible. The strength of a barrier is dependent upon the power of the user. Weak barriers are easily breakable, while strong ones can
Pathetic IWhen it's all over,Pathetic I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all is said and done.
Are you finally satisfied?
Do you think you've won?
But don't you see the damage?
Just look at all the pain you've brought.
You know, you've just lost more than you've got.
Don't you know it's useless?
Your effort's just in vain.
I can clearly see the lies you've placed,
In your little game.
And I just can't believe that I've fallen
For someone as pathetic as you.
Because even for one second,
You couldn't be true.
I really hate your smile today,
It's really annoying me.
Now that I look at it,
You have crooked teeth.
Your smile that was so radiant
Is now just such a different thing.
Why don't I ever notice the cloud that it brings?
You are such a liar.
I'll never believe you again.
But I know that I'll be better than you
I'll do everything I can.
I'll make you regret your lying
And find someone who's better than you.
Oh yes, and Vincent?
We are so through.
AbortionCan't you give me one more day,Abortion10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One last chance?
I could be your little girl,
Your very own child.
I'm your baby,
And I love you.
Don't you love me?
I'm sorry if I hurt you,
Though I don't see how I could.
What have I done to make you hate me?
I'll never get to see you,
Never get to touch your soft hands,
Never get to know you as my mother.
You'll never know what I'm like.
If I'm loud or shy,
Tall or small,
Happy or sad,
Progenitus: Soul of AlaraProgenitus: Soul of Alara5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Soul of the World, The Five Cataclysms, The Hydra-God
Supposed creator and aspiring destroyer of Alara
Male, assumed originally, but presently none.
Centuries, possibly even a millennia, old.
This appearance is unknown, though it may be safe to say that he was previously an elf with five heads, since it was stated that he had five heads before Cylia silenced him.
This is Progenitus' present form. When he was forcibly reverted back to his hydra state, Progenitus experienced the Sundering of Alara firsthand, falling into a deep slumber due to the lack of blue or black mana.
God, Elven Protector (for the moment)
Unknown. He is shown to be taller than even the tallest trees in Naya, so he may be roughly 600' tall.
None, due to godhood.
Half-DeadsHalf-Deads, for all the fun that could come with extra hands or running really fast, live a personal hell. They share their brainspace with a network of Wendigo laid across a shadow-brain which can communicate directly with its host.Half-Deads6 months ago in Settings More Like This
The Wendigo colony presents itself in whatever manner best gets the host to comply with its desires, namely to infect and feed. They might appear or sound like a beloved companion, a deity, or warp their experiences into some bizarre wonderland. There’s no limit to what can happen within the brain.
But that projection is only seen and heard by the host. There is no method of viewing that projection by an outside party. It’s no more likely than being a telepath (something impossible in Umbagog’s universe).The shadow-brain can assume direct control of the body, but it fights its host’s neural commands to do so. This takes energy and the parasite prefers to get its host to do the work instead. Hence, manipu
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
Vampire BiologyVampire Biology6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By J.C. Clark and Mortimer Promelion
Vampires: once considered beasts of legend (and still considered such by the general public), these enigmatic monsters seemed to capture the imagination of humans the world round. On almost every continent you can find folklore about some creature that disguises itself as human to feast on human blood. We now know that, despite these myths fantastic qualities, there is a basis in fact to the vampire, as well as a wide family tree of these dastardly bloodsuckers. While almost all known types of vampire are actually human victims afflicted with a virus, there is one species the living vampire, if you will that is actually a subgroup of our own species, whose blood is the root of the plague. The origins of this species go even higher, into planes of reality we have only started to comprehend. This essay will briefly summarize the origin of vampires as well
..I can wait for you,..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I love you forever,
I can handle everything for you,
Because I love you with all my heart,
I can die for you,
Because I love you to death~
Confrontation Bolin was walking back to his room on Air Temple Island when he saw a sobbing Asami running back to the girl's side of the island. His eyebrows narrowed and he frowned, knowing exactly what had happened. He felt horrible for telling Asami about the kiss and wished she had never brought it up; that was the kind of thing that Mako should have told her about, not him. He was actually a bit surprised when Asami questioned Mako's feelings for Korra, he thought Mako told Asami about the incident a long time ago. But apparently, he thought wrong.Confrontation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He continued to walk to his room, but before he got there he passed Mako's room and stopped. He stood there and thought for a while; unsure if he should talk to him about it or not. Mako's behavior as of late was just unacceptable to Bolin, and he sincerely wanted to know why Mako was acting this way. He completely understood why Mako was being a little ov
Sweet dreams...???"Father?Sweet dreams...???1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.
Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...
" Wake up, my love.
Daddy is here."
Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.
"Why are you laughing? "
"Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!"
"I am happy as well. "
He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than he has ever done.
"Look my dear.
the sky is all clear now..."
Now we can do all those stuff you planned.
"Now we can go to the movies together.
Now we can walk in the park, while i hold you close.
Now we could go bike riding together
we could even make something together for your mother.
The Life Story of an ObjectThe first time he dies, you find him in the bathroom. His legs are splayed flat on the floor, his head fallen forward. Blood leaks along the off-white wall behind his head, and the gun lies loose in his limp hand. At least he had good aim. Your bare feet are cold on the slick linoleum; it's too fucking early in the morning for this. You step back into the bedroom, crawl back under the sheets. You tell yourself: tomorrow morning, you will wake up, and it will be different.The Life Story of an Object4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You tell yourself: tomorrow, it will be better.
In 1522 A.D., the expedition led by Ferdinand Magellan finally links the East and the West, rolls the flat map of the world into a loop. You wonder if a Möbius strip might not be more accurate: you'd have to cut out Antarctica and the Arctic Ocean to make it thin enough to twist around and connect, but this doesn't seem like an unreasonable proposal. No one travels
The Grand FinaleThe Grand Finale1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The hour at hand at when the bell tolls,
The cry of a land digging countless holes.
Nothing short of going through the motions.
A long shot in the pointless devotions.
God forbid that something goes well,
To seek some light in this blackened Hell
Watch and witness the lack of vigilance,
Begin to weep at impact of first glance.
The double take does you little good,
Yet nothing yet seems to be understood.
The hour at hand at when the bell tolls,
The cry of a land digging countless holes.
A coffin arrives, sealed over with rusted nails,
Awaiting that final one when all else fails.
Play It AgainRogers had no clue what had come over him.Play It Again2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wait, where had he been? Ah, right, he had been listening to General Fury's introduction to the helicarrier. Steve felt ready to laugh at himself. This futuristic device had more in common with something he would have seen in the realm of science fiction films as a kid. It was really saying something, considering the HYDRA technology he had come in contact with in the past. But this…This was incredible. The size of the ship, the intricacies, the endless hustle and bustle on board, and the highly-advanced sciences involved…It was breathtaking. Not to mention that Fury was also relaying important information about their upcoming task. Considering Stark only listened half the time, it was imperative to listen, lest the Captain had to clean up a certain billionaire's mess down the line.
Focus, he had to focus.
Still, it was so enticing not to as his eyes followed Agent Romanoff. Natasha could give him nothing with her voluptuous figu