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Troll BaitingTroll Baiting, these days, is much like the ancient sport of Bear Baiting practiced in England. Wikipedia begins thus:Troll Baiting7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Bear-baiting was popular in England until the nineteenth century. From the sixteenth century, many herds of bears were maintained for baiting. In its best-known form, arenas for this purpose were called bear-gardens, consisting of a circular high fenced area, the 'pit', and raised seating for spectators."
Wikipedia continues with a specific episode from 1575:
"It was a sport very pleasant, of these beasts, to see the bear with his pink eyes leering after his enemies approach, the nimbleness and wayt [watch] of the dog to take his advantage, and the force and experience of the bear again to avoid the assaults. If he were bitten in one place, how he would pinch in another to get free, that if he were taken once, then what shift, with biting, with clawing, with roaring, tossing and tumbling, he would work to wind himself free from them. And when he was loos
How to Make a WorldHow to make a worldHow to Make a World4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Table of Contents:
-Part 1: Home Sweet Home: The basics of you world
-Part 2: Into the Garden of Madness: The Human Psyche
INTRODUCTION! read this!
This is meant to be a general guide on how you can make your own planet/world and what patterns it would input onto its denizens. As well as how you can alter your world history as it goes on. PLEASE NOTE! This guide is going under the assumption that you are making an Earth/Human-like planet, if you're going to do something drastically different DON'T BE ALARMED, many pieces of this guide will still apply but just know where your world would differ from the "standard" set.
Remember, when you know the rules, you will also know how to break them. The point of this guide is not to copy the world history of our own lives but to create a new history unique to the setting which you create BASED on the trends our own species has experienced.
PART 1: Home Sweet Home, The Basics of Your World
This part of
parasite.I'm rotting from the inside out,parasite.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to spite those who must purge doubt.
Gangrene latches onto this tattered soul,
Narcissistically awaiting for the tumult to unfold.
Black wings and a shadow beyond obsidian are the abomination's,
with a grin that inflicts misery untold.
I feel a foreign life in my heart, lungs, brain, womb;
it kicks as a fetus, but this is not what looms:
It is She, carnivorous, gnawing at all in her reach,
clawing for the surface:
My body, my tomb.
Agony I feel-
unto it I kneel.
In retrospect I stood, spurning white flags in bravery,
but look at me now:
An employee to slavery.
One Request WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE INUYASHA SERIES DO NOT READ THIS AND FINISH IT. OR IF YOU ARE AN INUYASHA AND KIKYO OR KAGOME AND KOGA OR WHATEVER FAN YOU PROBABLY DON'T WANT TO READ THIS.One Request2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MAY CONTAIN FLUFF: I AM AN INUYASHA AND KAGOME FAN AND ALWAYS WILL BE.
DISCLAIMOR: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA. RUMIKO TAKAHASHI DOES.
(To be honest with all of you, I am extremely bored and in the mood to write and I have no idea as to where this is going, so bear with me and let’s see where this story goes. BUT! I do feel the sudden urge to write fluff, though.)
His hands were trembling as they quickly moved within the obese, yellow backpack. Each clawed digit tried their best to not snag on the bright cloth. Where was it? Where was it? His arm, clad in red moved in and out, digging through all of the food, meant mostly for
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
five second suicideand as i pour myself out on these canvasesfive second suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i drip over the edges, spilling dots of
absence on the hungry earth.
they call me jane doe,
and i am not art.
every evening, i close the door,
close my eyes, disassemble.
slowly, i've become fleeting.
i float, my feet don't touch the ground.
how can i crash?
i fade, i dissolve,
but i've lost the motive to explode.
there's no glory in my death;
i leave no trace of the dramatic.
a man on the train last tuesday
nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way.
he's the last person who's
spoken to me since then.
we hit a notch in the tracks,
the car wobbled.
i stared at him silently,
counting the infinite futures
that suffocated behind my teeth.
i'm dying in my own penitentiary
with the cell door key in my pocket.
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,of seafoam thrones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop Africas and South Atlantics;
this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).
You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.
So what do you do?
You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
(But beauty isn’t everything)
Spring HaikuA soft breeze sweeps throughSpring Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pale cherry blossom petals
Carrying my tears.
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20141 year 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!
Never Feel AloneNever Feel AloneNever Feel Alone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For those in need; help them
So they don’t feel alone in this sometimes evil and sick world we live in
No one deserves to go live a life alone or feel like they’re by themselves,
Because as a team, any group of people can fight on through this,
And with love they will prosper through these dark and critical times
Let people have someone to lean on, something that will help them moving forward
And help them return to comfort; so someone can comfortably live their life
Give them something to strive for and look towards,
Because with a set of goals it can give one’s life meaning
It can give a lost soul some direction
And with love and determination, we can get through this phase of testing,
Tests that will forever help mold us as people; difficult times will be our defining moments
And I know those that have lost or feel hopeless may not see this,
But there’s hope, there’s life; somehow, someway we’ll find positivity throu
Lead In TressesLead In TressesLead In Tresses2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As my pencil hits the page and I’m busy transcribing “The Key,”
I can’t help but daydream about the future with the girl of my fantasy,
I often wonder if she’d be a writer herself, if she’d be interested in this great activity,
If she’d be interested in what I’m writing, my inner thoughts and if she’d be willing to read ‘em,
Do her eyes sparkle when she learns that she may be my next poetic subject?
Would she look over my shoulder as I ponder which utensil, I’d use: Pencil or pen?
Will she be interested in me professing my deepest emotions for her through my poetry,
And if she wrote, what style does she write in, most often?
Is she a free verse kind of a girl who doesn’t like restrictions, or does she enjoy some type of structure?
Does she find the most pleasure in writing haikus, poetry, prose, or stories of fantasy?
Or maybe dark, abstract tales that a need 2 or 3 reads before
Don't give upDo you realize it?Don't give up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our lives will end someday
Nothing can be done
To change that fact
Ghosts we will become
Invisible we'll be
Void is our fate
Emptiness is all we'll feel
Unlike you might think, however
Push the wall hard enough and you'll find happiness before that
True MagicI think that it happened one winter,True Magic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A few years ago.
It was the sort of winter
Where you hope for a good spring,
One that brings sunshine and rainbows.
But, no, I didn't wish for that
Because I'm not that optimistic.
I was the one who always thought
That, well, why believe in reality
When books can transport to places
That you've never been to?
Better yet, places that don't -
While other kids dreamed of time machines
And time traveling,
I wanted to be able to transport myself
Into my favorite novels just so I could
Catch a glimpse of my favorite characters.
I wanted to go to places
Where flowers could genuinely bloom
All year round.
'Cause, why not?
In my opinion, it's virtually impossible
To hate flowers.
Or, maybe, to alter those
Instead of the classic
"Luke, I am your father,"
Maybe he should say
"Luke, I am your second uncle twice removed."
Who could ever guess that?
It's so uncommon that
I doubt it even exists in the real world.
But in books,
I Am an ArtistI am an artist.I Am an Artist3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hide my feelings behind careful strokes
and paint the words that are in my heart
that I can’t seem to say out loud.
I am an artist.
I can’t see the world in just black and white
and refuse to see life in shades of grey
When I can see it in technicolor.
I am an artist.
Sometimes I make mistakes that I regret
And feel as though I can’t paint over it,
But I try to fix it anyways.
I am an artist.
My love is written in splatters of ink,
Hidden behind the scenes that I draw
And capture your face in ways others cannot.
I am an artist.
I sing in melodies made of charcoal
that leave behind temporary stains
and remind me of who I really am.
I am a lover.
A lover of beauty and simple things
that go unnoticed by smaller minds.
Love me, for I am an artist.
Under the Willow TreeUnder the Willow Tree2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memories of my past continue to dim,
decades now lost in the mist.
They tell me I'm wed to a man named Jim,
I say they're mad, yet they insist!
My thoughts on this day take me back home,
to a time when life was brand new.
I can't recall the town that I'm from,
but I remember scenes from my youth.
My most vivid memory lives here,
just on the edge of my consciousness.
It's a place where I never felt fear,
when the world still seemed to make sense.
It's coming, it's coming! Yes I see!
The vision is clear as daylight!
I'm lying there under the willow tree,
full shade and out of the sunlight.
The river is as clear as crystal,
the smell of the air is so pure!
The willow's about twenty feet tall,
I really feel safe and secure.
Am I alone? Wait! No, someone's there!
A boy with a voice like a dove.
Is it with he that my life I will share?
Or a gift sent down from above?
The memory fades as the dinner bell rings,
a man named Jim brings my food.
Just who was that boy for whom my heart sings?
The Disguised Princess And The PrinceThe Disguised Princess And The Prince2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here I stand- in my trench coat and fedora hat, covering the watchful eyes o' mine so no one would notice. I felt like one of the main roles I got stuck with in life was being the spectator, the watcher, the mother hen, titles among those synonyms. I never thought that someone would be watching over me. I looked upon the beautiful couples dancing, recalling the couples I saw on the theatre stage not so long ago. Glitter and ribbons embraced the dresses so tightly, bow ties extravagantly elongated across the fellows' necks, a flower delicately placed on the buns of all the womens' hair, and it was all for that one chance... that one night... One hope that they would all become closely intimate in a relationship of their own....
~As I stood there watching, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I thought he was a punk looking for a freebie, but there he was....
Handsome as the fairy-tale person you would never expect to meet-- Bowing before me as if I were his Queen, not a princess.
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.
Create an ID for Dygyt (Alice)For those who don't know me I usually sign off as Dygyt Alice and have been having a hard time trying to figure out what my new deviant ID should be. So I thought I would make it as simple as can be and have a contest. The Contest will be held from Nov. 3rd til Nov. 24th 11:59 pm 2013. Winners should will be posted 7 to 9 days after the Contest is over if not sooner.Create an ID for Dygyt (Alice)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Here are the few things that I require for you to create a new me:
1. Must be female
2. Must be family friendly (shapely with some clothes is fine)
3. Must have two different coloured eyes.
First Prize is 500 points and an Iconic Fractal created by :iconladycompassion:
Second Prize is 375 points
Third Prize is 250 points
Those that win aut
MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined to be a warm glow to something harder, more weathered, more enduring.
My mother wears rhinestones in her hair and silk blouses to work. As if they would lend her some of their shine, because she has lost all of hers. She has started receiving guests in a white jumper from eighty-two and orange trainers; the woman that raised me would never have.
IntrovertEveryone's tryingIntrovert1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to get out of
of their parents-
I'm here trying
to get out of
Poeme du jour 164 / Poem of the day 164Invisible comme le vent -Poeme du jour 164 / Poem of the day 1642 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sans toi j’étouffe
Invisible like the wind -
I can't breathe without you
Frantz, june 2013.
Writer's BlockWriter's block is something that has been plaguing authors and aspiring authors for many years. Most say that it takes them a long time to get over it while others are over it quickly. For most, writer's block means that they can't get their ideas out on paper. They know where they are going with their story, but they can't figure out how to get there. There are many different things you can do to get over and even prevent writer's block.Writer's Block3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Have a specific time set up each day for writing. It could be an hour a day (two hours on weekends!) or fifteen minutes. It can be first thing in the morning or right after dinner. The point is, make a schedule and stick with it. This will not only lead to more output, it will also lead to better writing. You don't have to focus strictly on your story during that time. Change it up. Spend two or three days a week on your story and add some other things in on the other days.
Free writing is a great technique to help