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What's the ugliest truth about Big Tobacco? truth® wants to find out and you can help. DeviantART is calling for submissions of your ugliest monster, giant, mutant or undead art. Download the facts for inspiration and get in on the ugly action. Winners get cash prizes and will be included as a part of the truth® Artist Collective.
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Sad Bunny Face's intro StoryBunny face, is a little and cute bunny living in a small village with all the other bunnies.Sad Bunny Face's intro Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His dream is to become someone special and doing something meaningful with his life. He tries hard everyday to do something that really matters, though no one notices bunny face, And if they do they don’t believe that Bunny Face has what it takes to become anything out of the ordinary, after all he's no different from all the other villagers.
But there is one person who believes in Bunny Face, his caring and loving mother. she wants Bunny Face to keep in mind that he can be whatever he wants to be.
Though one day an Evil army of one-eyed creatures and their evil leader attack the village and steal all the carrots, after all carrots make your eyesight better. (the one-eyed creatures really need that.)
Their leader uses a dark magic to turn the villagers into stone. but when he is about to turn Bunny Face into stone too, his mother jumps in front of Bunny Face and is the one who
Why'd you pick that one and not the other one? There weren’t many places open past midnight, but chances were you had to have a form of identification to get in. The case was the same in Zephyr and Gale’s situation.Why'd you pick that one and not the other one?9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A couple of months had passed since Zephyr’s induction into college, and there was something Gale wanted to do, well, something he wanted to get, to celebrate.
But no matter how many times Zephyr asked he wouldn’t tell.
“There’s no rush,” he’d always say, as if saying so would deter Zephyr’s intense amount of persistence. He’d wave it off, as if it was nothing.
Zephyr raised a skeptical eyebrow as Gale turned the wheel into the parking lot of their destination.
But that was before he could see the sign. His face immediately colored several shades of pink. “H-here? What could we possi
100 Hetalia headcannons..[Please read the description before going on to the list. Gracias~ :3]100 Hetalia headcannons..3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. There are personifications for America's states; all of them are 'adopted', but he likes to think of them as his kids, even if most of them are older than him.
2. Native America is America and Canada's mother. She represents the whole of North America, but like America with his states, there once were representations of each individual Native American civilization [i.e. Aztecs, Incas, Iroquois etc.] and most of the present states are children of them.
3. America actually 'killed' England during the revolution.
4. England sleeps with a stuffed bear. [Idea from my pal Fang and her Epic story's-]
5. The only way a nation can truly be killed is when his or her people and culture have disappeared, or been completely destroyed. However, they can physically "die", meaning their bodies can shut down, but they'll come back to life sooner or later. Often they spend this time in a coma-like state, and are very
Six Word Story: Can you spell Appear?What happens when you aren't there?Six Word Story: Can you spell Appear?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I hate you worldI always thought I was a decent person thinking that if I act good live good then I willI hate you world3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
be protected from misfortunes, then one day I realized there are still people out there
willing to take things away from others for their own good then they just get away with
it, it's like they feel privileged to take advantages of people who wants to give trust to
the world, these shitty people took advantage of me and it shook my world apart, it's not
because I am at a loss or because I question why I am the victim, because there are people
who suffers much more out there to an extreme I cannot imagine, it's not a game of who has
it worse, but because I will never be able to bring justice to these people and they just
get away with it and they live their life enjoying the way it is and never turn back,
never regret about it, it made me sick to the stomach but it's not like I haven't before,
it just makes me think knowing that among genuinely good people there are these wrongdoers
hiding under th
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
A Fire That Never Burns- Chapter TwoA Fire That Never Burns- Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: Another Day In Paradise
I called after Ember trying to get her to stop her rumbling Harley. The thing was fast and, like all of us, wanted to get the fuck out of school. I sighed and looked at Ashley, who was standing beside me. He had started talking to a girl who was about 4'9 and looked like a freshman. Poor thing didn't know what she was getting into. I ran my hand through my hair and looked at my watch. Well, I would have just enough time to get to the hair dresser to get my new hair cut done, then off to get some food. Maybe the guys would like to come with me.
"Hey Ash, if you're not too busy with this one, would you like to go get some grub with me? I'll text Andy, Jake, and Jinxx to see if they want to go to." I pulled out my phone and started texting. Andy was a freshman this year. He had finally come up from middle school. We had been hanging for a while because we lived in the same neighborhood. Jake was a sophomore, he knew Andy from middle school and we start
I don't fight fair...Cut, bruised, scraped, forgotten. These things I have all been at least once in my life. But itI don't fight fair...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hasn't made me stronger, just more determined in my fight to live another day.
I know the ways of my attackers, studied their movements, learned their tricks and gleamed
their true motives. I have seen their weaknesses, their faults, theirs flaws and I have kept
them close to me, ready for use when the next time we meet.
They are cautious of me, they have weary from my adaptive ways, knowing that I can fall only
so many times. They are scared for I have the key to their defeat; not by sane ways, but by
the ways they fear to tread.
One look, one stare, one gesture and they will run in fear for the truth is upon them: "I won't
live restrained anymore."
"I have seen your errors an played on them like strings on a violin. Moved you to place were I
make the rules. Put you on display for all to see what you have done, and what will be done."
A Fire That Never Burns- Chapter 4A Fire That Never Burns- Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Four: Hate Me
There she was, her beautiful hair, her shining eyes, her opaque skin. Jenn smiled at me and I smiled back. She laid in front of me her body exposed to the cold of my bedroom. I reached out to her and touched her face. Her skin was cold, like death. My brow furrowed in confusion.
"Why are you so cold Jenn?" I asked and before I could answer I heard my phone ring. The stupid generic ringer reminding me that I needed to download ringtones onto my new phone. I reached for my cell phone and answered it.
"Wake the fuck up man!" I heard on the other side of the phone.
"W-what?" I asked blinking and looking around my now empty room.
"Wake the fuck up! Something's happened!" I heard Ashley yelling on the other side of the phone. I sat up in my bed and I pushed my hair out of my face. The shortness of it surprising my fingers as they should have gone through more of it.
"I'm awake, what's wrong?"
"It's Ember. I was driving on my way to the store to get something to drink to
A Fire That Never Burns: Chapter 6A Fire That Never Burns: Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Six: Campus Life
“I want everyone to make a rhythm to be handed in next class. I’ll collect them and hand them out randomly. You will play that rhythm you are given and we will all grade the rhythm then how it was played.” Our teacher said happily. She smiled to each of us as we packed up our stuff. I stood up and quickly left the classroom. My head was swimming from the lack of sleep that I had gotten the previous night. College was easy, as long as you didn’t procrastinate. Setting aside at least an hour to two hours a night for the time you need to do homework will leave you enough time to do other things that you need to do, along with sleep.
“CC!” I heard someone yell my name. I turned to see Ashley running toward me. Ashley on the other hand…he over loaded himself. Ashley was majoring in music and minoring in fashion and graphic design. He took six classes a semester and two classes during the winter and another four classe
Request!DenmarkxReader ~ I Like You, I Love YouHe-he-he-hey, hey, could you wait a minute?Request!DenmarkxReader ~ I Like You, I Love You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you're busy, sorry
just a little, hey, a little while
I want to talk with you
“M-M-Mathias!” the Dane stopped at the sound of his name and turned around, only to be glomped by a smallish girl. Well, small to him, since he was pretty tall.
“Hey (y/n)!” he greeted cheerfully, hugging her back. The girl blushed and pulled away, a bright smile on her face.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked. Mathias held his arm out to her and she looped hers through it.
“Walking with you.” He said. She giggled and they trekked off down the sidewalk.
“Oh! You’re not busy are you?” she asked. Mathias smiled and shook his head.
The Categories Of The Infamous TROLLThe Categories Of The Infamous TROLL3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Recently, I have read the single best thing since The Hunger Games. I kid you not. And that would be this journal right here: http://fav.me/d3jjxex
This fine piece of writing, indeed art itself, focuses on all the different types of art theft, and how to understand them. It is so true, is it not? As a matter of fact, I was inspired to do a similar thing, but with trolls instead. True, some art thieves are trolls, but trolls are not all black and white. I will break down the facts that I know about them here. Yes, facts, not opinions. Tried and true by most of us here, because most of us have witnessed some sort of troll.
I have many specific examples, and I have battled with whether or not I was going to use actual usernames in my argument, and I decided against it, in the end. Giving particular examples would open up a can of worms we don't really need, and that is not what this piece is about. Adding emotion and pissing off said trolls would be detrimental. And so
Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope youRetreat Within..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
got your monies worth.
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold, no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body,
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
EnoughI'm holding on to secrets so tightly my hands start to burn.Enough3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Winter has come full-force, wind sending the windows quivering against their panes and snow blanketing the Earth in an ivory sheen. We're all bundled up inside, pressed together for warmth to maybe give a bit of it to the not-still-living locked up in a metallic casket no bigger than a shoe box. The mix of flowers yellow roses, her favorite and the musty smell of the funeral home permeates everything, makes my nose crinkle up and eyes sting, spilling over with tears.
The sea of nameless, faceless acquaintances part as I walk forward, cold hands on my back and muted, guilty I'm sorrys assaulting my ears, prolonging my mission. I meet the table, watch my Aunt sniffle and move on her way, pausing to wipe her tears on my shoulder and hug me tight.
I take my turn, all eyes on me. They know,
Her face stares back at me, a dozen pressed beneath glass, her hair in a bob the color of driftwood a
GermanyXFem!Italy-The Red String of FateHonestly, whenever China told me stories of his myths when I was little, I never really believed them. I mean, I enjoyed them very much, but I never thought they were actually real.GermanyXFem!Italy-The Red String of Fate1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Let me introduce myself. My name is Japan, and whenever I was little, my older brother, China, would tell me stories of the myths he had in his country. I never believed them, and eventually I forgot most of them. But one of them, for some reason, stuck with me.
It was called "The Red String of Fate". The story said that when two people were in love, true love to be exact, fate would tie a red string around their wrists to bind them together. But very few people could see the string. That string would be brightest when things were how they should be. The string could stretch, bend, and grow dim, but it could never break.
I never understood why this particular story had been one that stuck with me. Except now, I think, I do.
"H-Hey!! Wait a second!!!"
The little blonde boy stopped where he was
Defeat..You have won, I am defeated. Their is just no other way of saying it. I have given it my all, but alas, it justDefeat..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wasn't good enough in the end.
I fought so hard, trying to win this war that has plaguing me for the longest time with the best strategy I had.
But it didn't matter; I was out gunned, out maneuvered, and out thought.
I was force to wave the flag of surrender, holding it high over my head in my shame, knowing that I had to
succumb to a great force than my own.
I gave it my all, but it had more to give to this cause then I did. It had more reason then I did, just enough
In the end, I was spared from the fate it had planned out for me, talking my way out of the cruel reality of
things as I know I must live this for the rest of my life.
I am in defeat, but at least I am alive...
Introduction - Romance of the DamnedI watched him leaning against his tour bus, cigarette place between pink, pierced lips.Introduction - Romance of the Damned3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He would be mine, soon.
I'd gone days without blood, I needed some. Now. All it took was a little nip to the neck, maybe the arm. It wouldn't hurt.
Suddenly, he dropped the smoke, stamping it out, then, on behalf of his bassists call, trudged wearily inside the tour bus. I'd been traveling with his band for about a week now, and over the course of the past few days, I'd become drawn to the man. His black, straight hair, the way he growled into the mic, getting the crowds all riled up for me.
It sent shivers down my spine.
"Oi, Manson. We're on in just over two hours. Get your shit together." I glanced at Twiggy, before sighing and also retreating to my bus.
"Hey." I replied, too deep in thought. Twiggy, as usual, had his dreads sticking out in all directions, red lipstick smeared across on one corner of his mouth and a pair of platforms. in them, he was almost as tall as me, maybe a
Special Words Within Words..GenerousSpecial Words Within Words..1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Unsent LetterUnsent LetterUnsent Letter2 years ago in Romance More Like This
For: Arthur Kirkland
Mon Cher, Arthur Kirkland,
I want to apologize you for everything, mon cher. I never hated you. I do not even now. I have always loved you. And I still do. Everything I said about you in front of other countries- it was just denying I so loved you. I didn’t want to show my feelings in front of others. I pretended to be number one rival. But the truth is different…
Remember the time when ma mère introduced moi to your mère? I am sorry I was so arrogant little boy. The truth is I fell in love with you from this first moment. You were different. So wild, dirty, without any manières, non-Christian, rude, holding dirty bunny in hands and speaking with your imaginary friends. Oui, I can see them. You were like different side of moi. Like Yin and Yang. Your hair was tossed, and your eyebrows… I never saw such hairy man in my life. A wild man. I already imagined you an adult. I saw the
for my mother, for whom i am never careful enoughi always thought if i kept still enough or grew twofor my mother, for whom i am never careful enough3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dimensional enough i could tip myself over into space:
honest, bones, i could shrug at gravity & join with you
to fashion a rubber duck for the great & terrible zeus
a universe wide, tipping earth precisely in the right ways.
i always thought if i kept still enough or grew two
orchids, carefully, the way my mother often tried to,
she wouldn't die thinking i refuse to carry her face,
honest bones i could shrug at gravity & join with you.
i walk fast without breaking her back i can love, too:
oh, mother, your beloved & bitchy brace face, space case,
i always thought if i kept still enough or grew two
new toes, i wouldn't bother about the others being blue
with your poor circulation, or other bizarre malaise,
honest bones i could shrug at gravity & join with you.
but i won't go to space & i promise to wear rain boots.
don't worry if i get arrested at a protest by mistake.
i always thought if i kept still enough or grew two
Hetalia MEMEHetalia MEMEHetalia MEME2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
List 14 Hetalia Characters
PLEASE do it in RP style.
You found #7's Diary. What are you going to do with it? Don't get caught, Okay?
You and your friends just found out #3 and #14 are dating! You and their reaction?
Le Gasp! You saw #6 confessing to #9! Give an Image of how the confession is done!!! Any rejections here?
You just found #2 in your room. What do you think he's here for?
#5 and #12 fighting!! What will you do?
#14, #7 and #9 is staring at you.
#4 asked you out for [Insert favorite Character's food]. Yes Or No?
OMG!! You accidently walked in the room while #10 is stripping!! What's your reaction?!
#1 is lonely. What will you do to cheer him up?
#11 brought his/ her [Insert Character Weapon here]. Reaction?
Aw, #13 gave you flowers~ Reaction?
#5, #7 and #4 found YOUR diary. What will you do?
#3 accidently found the love letters for you from #8. What will you do?
You found #11 is getting VERY annoyin
The Trail of Life - HAGFor Wardanes only!The Trail of Life - HAG1 year ago in Settings More Like This
At least once in life a horse must show what it is made of, when sent on the trail towards adulthood.
And for your horse this trail towards its future is not a metaphor – but a harsh run through
wilderness and dangers, through all four seasons. At the end they will find a light leading them either
into their new life … or to their death!
With no human interaction and Gods loving to roll the Dice of Randomness, your choices will determine
where the trail takes you, and your horse's mind determines how well you complete tasks and avoid danger.
How will you do on
The Trail of Life?!
How Does This Work?
The trail is divided into 20 parts, each having their own little story to feature. The stories are not
highly detailed or complicated, they are only meant to set the scene, so YOU can be creative and
fill out the blanks yourself.
So it is also up to you, how much work you want to put into each part. Just
Collector of Smiles"Come one, come all! He has traveled far and wide for only the best!!" A sign says, on the side of an oldCollector of Smiles2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
fence post, full of festive colors and bright effects.
"Do you wish to see what's in his treasure box? Do you wish to see his collection? For no one will be turned
away from the Collector of Smiles!" It continues.
"Come to the show that will put a smile on your face. He has small ones, big ones, grins, smirks, ones from
that span from ear to ear. His gallery will not disappoint your every expectation."
"He has spanned this humble globe looking for them, traveling to the farthest places, meeting the strangest
people, doing the most unusual things and using the most unusual methods to obtain the best smiles from
around the world." It says, more words appearing the more its read.
"When you enter into his show, the admittance is free, but your own smile is required as payment. Just a flash
of your best is all that is needed; take a bit to get it