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A New CatOur neighborhood stray is dead. I know thisA New Cat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there is a black cat here I've never seen.
This cat is not the black splotch covered canvas stray
that clawed up and down my arm last winter
when I mistakenly tried to wrap it in a blanket
for warmth. This cat does not have the matted
fur that the stray did, does not deliberately stretch
out in front of my car tires the way the stray did
right before I had to leave for work, does not
chase lizards in the grass like the stray. This is not
the stray that aggressively meowed at me
when he wanted affection, nor is it the stray
that climbed our fence to try catching birds.
I'm certain this new cat must be lost, or else
looking for that same blotched canvas stray
that had become part of his family, too.
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20149 months ago in Editorial More Like This
This promptmobile has been parked up rusting for a whole year. It needs an oil change, a lick of paint and some air in the tyres. We're presently sourcing some fluffy dice for the mirror and a nice novelty airfreshener.
Most importantly, though, the tank is dry as a bone.
Time to siphon us off some promptjuice. Fuel us up with your best original prompts for people to dip into during the month when they need creative jump leads.
As always, the chosen few will be chosen, featured and credited in our daily updates.
Protip: We can always use visual prompts, musical prompts, prompts in the form of interpretive dance and other variegated promptitudinousness as well as the usual prompts made of words.
VIVA LA FFM!
ART THIEF MANUALTHE ART THIEF MANUALART THIEF MANUAL7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
During my career as the Perverted Art Thief Hunter I have encountered various plagiarists. I dont consider myself to be an uber N00B killer (Hell, it takes more than just one person to get the scum banned! So, teamwork, teamwork, teamwork!), but Im no newbie. And Id like to share my experience with you.
Why? Some of you may find this essay simply amusing. Some may want to use it as a tutorial. Or just to compare my stories with their own. But lets not focus on the introduction, and cut to the chase, shall we?
TYPICAL ART THIEF LINES (and what do I think about them)
Youre just jealous!
Yes, I am Of the original artists talent, not some low wannabe, who doesnt even try to lift up a pencil.
Its not mine! My brother/sister/cousin/friend/whatever made it!
In that case I suggest your brother/sister/cousin/friend/whatever get their own account.
deviantART ListensDeviantART listens on a constant consistent basis. For starters, Premium Members have the option of becoming "Official Beta Testers". These OBTs have the opportunity to test unreleased site modifications and give feedback directly to dA's staff members. If that in and of itself doesn't prove that dA not only listens but is actually GEARED to listening to its members, then maybe some more facts will.deviantART Listens5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the most recent example of the power of the OBTs, version 7 of the site layout has been pre-released to the OBTs. Many of them found exception to the lack of customisable buttons in the top menus. A couple of days later, the deviantART logo drop-down menu had customisable buttons for quicker access to different parts of the website. What the OBTs said directly affected the site's appearance and features.
Also during the Beta Testing of v7, the OBTs pointed out the lack of an arrow next to the deviantART logo drop-down menu and the fact that invisible reply buttons might be difficult for
Children's Literature, Morality + Changing IdealsIntroductionChildren's Literature, Morality + Changing Ideals2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With the invention of the printing press in the fifteenth century, and its gradual integration into society, people at last had access to literature. It was William Caxton who first saw the opportunity to make money by printing and selling those stories and fables hitherto told by word of mouth.
At this time, literature did not have age-specific target audiences. Inevitably, some stories appealed to children more than others. Robin Hood was especially popular, while Aesop's fables offered entertainment and life lessons to adults and children alike.
It is, of course, impossible to say exactly when and how literature was identified as a useful tool in teaching morality to children. It is speculated that there was no concept of 'childhood' before the eighteenth century, although historians debate this, as historians are apt to do. Whatever one's view on this, it cannot be denied that the older generation has throug
A Short VisitIn the country,A Short Visit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scarcity of humanity,
our ability to stand outside and be alone,
holds an undeniable appeal to me.
Even in the cold, the quiet can be
a great friend. The sun was out today,
pleasant on the skin. The wind had subdued
from last night's blowing. I sat in my
great-grandfather's metal lawn chair.
He kept this one outside the barn.
Told me once how he found a meteorite
in the chair. Said it hit the barn
and bounced right down to sit a spell.
Said it gave him a little shock,
a space-spark he called it,
when he picked it up from its resting spot.
How old was he then?
My age? I only recall an aged,
bald, weathered, cowboy who still preferred
to do his business in the outhouse
instead of the indoor room with water
from pipes. He told me
he knew when I was being born
because his knees itched from where
I would sit and his hands stung
from where he would spank me.
He and Granny shared a small house,
blown by the horrid western Oklahoma wind,
on a hill that overlooked their pond
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
letters from the seai.letters from the sea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes when i wake up
before the sun rises, when i’m all alone
and it feels like i might be the only person in the world
i notice that my face is wet
and i wonder if it’s because
i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams
i remember you
in the summer nights under the corsican stars
and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater
how the phosphorescence coated our bodies
as we swam together,
the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine
and us glowing like soft stars in the night
i remember how i wished it could last forever
now i wonder if the tides and my tears
were so different after all
ControlThe feeling came over Bill when he was out checking his trap line in the dying light of a winter evening. Eyes on the back of his head. He knew the wary scrutiny of the deer and the hungry yet restrained gaze of the wolf. This didn't feel like either. It didn't belong to this place any more than he did. He would have preferred the wolf.Control3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He turned around, shook his gun at the reddening sky, and cupped his other hand to his mouth. "I know you're out there! This is private property! I don't wanna use this, but you'll leave me no choice if I catch you hanging around here!"
A soft rustle from somewhere deep enough that the trees obscured his vision. He waited until he felt he was alone again, then trudged through the snow to see what he could learn about the intruder. There were prints made by boots similar to his, though smaller. The thought that he outweighed whoever it was offered little comfort.
He cast one last disgusted look in the direction the tracks took as they moved away, then re
Masquerade Villanelle IILife is a masquerade.Masquerade Villanelle II3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're only safe when in disguise.
Remove your mask and be betrayed.
There's every reason to be afraid
A stranger's frozen face, flashing eyes,
Life is a perilous masquerade.
A look sharp as a tempered blade.
Honeyed wordsdo not listen to their lies.
If you remove your mask you'll be betrayed.
Dance, smile, and nod; a silent shade,
Hide deep your heart and beware of spies.
Life is a dance, a whirling masquerade.
Difficulty comes with your temper frayed
Take courage, and let no one hear your cries.
Dare you remove your mask, risk being betrayed?
Discover who you are, before you fade.
But keep part of yourself secret, if you are wise.
Life is nothing but an unending masquerade
Remove your mask and be betrayed.
The Day You Drowned- to Oswaldo, my first friendThe Day You Drowned2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could hear the ocean that morning, some
thirty miles from the coast, in that way
the waves always break down without anyone
around to see the waves break down
and it made no sense that I would wake
to the sound of the waves breaking down that
morning, but there I was, awake, ocean
in my ears, and alone. I learned what happened
much later, bike tire treading water at our
park, a sign hung in the rain. You were
alone, skirting, dancing with the shore
the way you always would, the way you always did
until then, when the ocean danced with you
and led you onward, your favorite music with
your favorite partner leading you on, foam
stepping forward, you stepping back. When
the false step happened, the ocean cradled you
because you were its favorite partner
and it never wanted to lose you, to be left
alone. You, being gracious, went along.
The ocean was in my ears this morning. I hope
you're still dancing in the ocean's arms.
One lifeAt one time, her heart was running.One life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now it is at a still beat.
She only had good intentions,
but it all ended in defeat.
She looks outside her window,
feeling like nothing once again.
Her life was going away,
but she still tried to remember when.
She realized it was gone,
so she took a knife.
She hesitated slightly,
but still sliced away with strife.
Her beautiful opal hair fell to the floor,
her skin grazed the rough wood.
With all of the cuts and bruises on her body,
she had suffered what no one should.
It was only a game meant for two,
but it had found its winner.
Bearing the scars of the girl,
Death had just eaten dinner.
And so her story ended,
it was left unknown.
But this was no ordinary story,
this could be one of your own.
All In The Past ((Hatori Sohma X Reader 2))All In The Past ((Hatori Sohma X Reader 2))2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You deeply inhaled the cold air and breathed out, staring at the wooden gate in front of you. Before you could go in, someone beat you to opening the gate. "(F/N)! It's been so long! How have you been? Is Shigure treating you nicely? He hasn't been acting like a perv toward you, has he?" Momiji called out, holding onto one of your hands. You let a small laugh escape your lips. "Shigure's been treating me very well, Momiji. He does act like a pervert sometimes though" you replied, ruffling his hair. The rabbit incarnate only smiled childishly.
"I hear Akito wanted to see you today. Will you be alright by yourself?"
"Of course. I'll be fine" you mumbled, forcing a reassuring smile. You weren't so sure either.
"Alright, if you say so. Hey, listen! I have to get going! I'll see you after you talk with Akito, okay?". You nodded quietly, waving goodbye.
You tensed up, knocking on Akito's door. "Come in" she said coldly. Slowly, you opened the door and stepped in, bowing your head in respect
supernovae"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?"supernovae2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it.
"I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said.
"That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough.
That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept driving.
She leaned back in the passenger seat and kicked her feet up, staring at the ceiling of the car as if it wasn't there.
"When stars exploded a long time ago, they painted pictures of them and wondered if the gods were looking down on them. What do you think we'll do when we get to see one?"
"Take a picture."
She shot an expression at me that I
Ninja Santaninja santa in the nightNinja Santa5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
silent while you're sleeping tight
slipping down the chim-a-nee
hiding in the christmas tree
ninja santa in the dark
eating cookies while you hark
the harold angels sing along
singing funny chistmas songs
wash the cookies down with milk
santa moves smooth as silk
leaving presents wrapped all nice
flying through the snow and ice
dasher, dancer, prancer, too
ninja santa's raindeer crew
ninja master old saint nick
ninja elves are sidekicks
a present for the first noel
jingle jingle ninja bells
he comes prepared with mistletoe
ninja santa -- ho ho ho
DreamscapeI dreamed of vivid colours once,Dreamscape2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of bloody red and inky blue,
while life was ruled by lonely gray,
washed-out black and too-bright white
that left its canvas' edges frayed.
A brush that painted only dreams unreached
and expectations unfullfilled,
left a drowning world and city ruins,
and endless roads untravelled.
Colour had long bled out and faded,
living on in distant memories
of a shining sun that dawns in red
and chases away the black of the night,
and a bright, wide sky drenched in blue
fighting the desert of white.
A Guide to OCTsOriginal Character Tournaments are all over deviantart and keep growing in popularity, but not everyone knows what they are or how to participate in them. Since they're hosted by individuals and not actually affiliated with the website itself, there are no guides available to help explain how they work. Hopefully, this FAQ will be helpful to anyone looking to get involved in OCTs.A Guide to OCTs6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What is an OCT?
OCTs, or "Original Character Tournaments" are contests held here on deviantart in which you can pit your original characters against other people's characters in a comic-style battle-royale. To put it simply, it's a cross between an art competition and a storytelling contest.
OCTs can be hosted on someone's account, or they can have a tournament account of their own. OCTs are usually open to anyone with a deviantart account, although some are invite only. Information about who is eligible to audition will usually be clearly stated s
RSVPDear Janet, Thank You for the invitation,RSVP4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I regret that John and I cannot attend.
We argued since the moment we received it
He's driven me, quite frankly, round the bend.
I said "You can't go dressed as Gary Glitter,
I really think it would be in poor taste;
Your silver spandex leotard won't fit you
The flares won't fasten up around your waist."
He said I ought to dress up as a big cat.
My claws, he said, are sharp enough to kill.
"Well, you go as a nail file or a doormat,"
I replied, "or better yet, a fucking sleeping pill."
I said, "I'd thought of going as a blackbird,
And leaping from a shortcrust pastry pie."
He thought a tart more apt, then said he'd bake it
But only once I'd been sealed up inside.
Well, Jan, you can imagine how he went on...
He said he'd go as Superman! That's right;
At least he's got the glasses for Clark Kent! John
then added I could be his Kryptonite.
I said he should just dress up in a flowerpot
As Bill or Ben;
No Fair - ch.9 +boy love+Chapter nineNo Fair - ch.9 +boy love+6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I couldnt believe how lost I was in the subtle bliss. Nothing seemed to change after the hospital bit, and if they did, it was for the better. Aarons hand never left mine, and I never shook in his embrace despite the shivering of anticipation. Both of us were cured of our past curses, and I couldnt thank them more for all they had done. If not for them, I would be sick of this world.
Time still passed by silently, and we were lost in the worlds of our eyes. Aaron lost the bandages and stitches, lost his hate and every desire for the drugs that before numbed his mind of that hate. I was proud of him, hed grown. I guessed that I had grown as well, though. More so, I had hoped. The stings in my chest were no longer of pain or grief, but the stereotypical sensing of a storm that my Native American blood bestowed upon me.
I remember looking at Aaron and realizing how much we had changed. His Mohawk had grown out, now thrown to the sid
GSA Lunch time rolled around. I padded down the empty halls towards C115. The door was closed. I could feel my heart beating. It was like I was risking my secret on this door knob. I slowly reached forward and set my hand on the cold metal. Was I ready to come out to myself? Was I ready to face the truth? I turned the handle and opened the door.GSA4 years ago in Settings More Like This
I slipped into a desk and surveyed the crowd. I didn't see the blonde girl from the hall; but I did see a lot of, what looked like, juniors and seniors. "Hi I'm Adriana," a girl with the long black hair said. I nodded and replied with a quiet, "I'm Talia." "What year are you?" she smiled. "Freshman," I replied as my face got redder and redder. "Wow! You are? We haven't had a freshman all year!" I was amazed when I heard that. Adriana Grabbed another boy's attention and he too was excited to have a freshman in the club. As more students entered the class room my Drama class T.A., Natha
For your informationTUESDAY, 7 DECEMBER 2010For your information1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For your information....
I realised that some people don’t know enough about blood and bone marrowdonations, so I’m going to write everything I know to dispel any myths.
Firstly, blood donation. And I don’t care if you’re gay. Do you think you have some STI or STD just because you’re gay? Do you think there’s a massive difference between anal sex with a woman and anal sex with a man? People can lie. I would. They check all blood anyway, and if you’re clean you shouldn’t have a problem. You make a choice between helping someone and not helping someone. I’m sure they’d take your blood whether you’re gay or straight…. Or does a gay man have some kind of toxic, disease infested blood? Is it green? Is it yellow? No, it’s not, so stop being a massive a