Riddick 'Rule the Dark' Semi-FinalistsIn the Riddick 'Rule the Dark' Fan Art contest, we challenged you to show us how Riddick rules the dark, based on the trailer and asset pack. We saw amazing renditions of this fierce survivor, showcasing Riddick's strength and determination. The competition was stiff, but our judges narrowed it down to the top 25. These will now be sent to Riddick Director, David Twohy, to select the final three Winners. Congratulations to the top 25 Semi-Finalists below!
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Game Review: Among the SleepAmong The Sleep AnalysisGame Review: Among the Sleep10 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hey there, every-peoples. AMX-269 here, with another one of my video game review/analyses. Over the last few days, a game I've been looking forward to was finally released, and today, I finished it. I first became interested in "Among the Sleep," the first big game created by Norway's Krillbite Studios, by watching Let's Players Pewdiepie, Cryaotic, and CinnamonToastKen play through the demo. From there, that led me to the game's Kickstarter page, and that led to me donating a bit of money for the cause.
The fact that a horror game was able to capture my interest is actually surprising to me, since I normally tend to steer away from that kind of thing. But after playing through the game, I think I've realized something: in terms of psychological horror, that really doesn't seem to bother me much. Ironically, I find jumpscares more frightening, probably because I'm so sensitive to noise. But enough about that. My point is, jumpscares aside, "Amo
A Study in Brevity-Part 5 (A Scandal in Belgravia)White sheet,A Study in Brevity-Part 5 (A Scandal in Belgravia)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
AnimeAs soon as i saw Anime on Tv I was happy to see it played,Anime9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Like inuyasha, FMA, Naruto and many others but why?
At 34 years old loving anime, isn't this strange?
Loving Anime is loving someone
You cherish it forever
Until You die but Anime is Amazing what they can do today..
Its in 2-D, 3-D and CG's But no matter what,
Anime to me will always cherish me into my heart and soul
When i was younger Anime never existed,Why?
Anime will stay into the younger kids today,
Anime will rule the world maybe someday?
What can you do not without a pencil today?
You Can draw Anime,
You Can always give you're best shot to draw even if you're not good enough,
True isn't it?
You can put Anime on Tv, on a website about everything,Anime Kick Butt.
The LastI am the last.The Last6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Where once a blanket of green was, now lay a grave of blackish-brown stubs the footprints of my brothers and sisters.
I am the last.
The sun rises and peers down on me, its rays dancing upon my arms, filling my veins with warmth, with life.
I am the last.
They came with great noise, with their plundering tools of metal and giant grunting trolls of pets that roared like the sea and coughed like an erupting volcano.
In the distance, I can see other trees, too. They are taller than I am, grown from grey skeletons and leaved with curtains that shine like the surface of the stillest lake. They do not have my beautiful green leaves, or cocoa-coloured skin. They do not speak my language. They do not speak at all.
I am the last.
The rain that drenches my body burns. It is not like the rain I used to know. However, my toes sink into it, and I drink from it. It is the only rain I know now.
Puddles form upon the grave I have been destined to watch over. I catch glimpses of m
The Martyrdom of Saint VivianThe Martyrdom of Saint Vivian6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The town was just a town like any other in the deep prairie. Its old wizards' tower had survived the revolution and had been converted into a church, marked with a neon Holy Disc that was nearly invisible against the metallic sky. Towering above it, a radio mast swayed gently in the dry breeze.
There was a caravanserai at the edge of town, its clay walls hardened from decades in the hot sun; nevertheless, someone had driven metal poles into them, holding up a billboard: "Food Drinks Rooms Cheap".
The car that pulled into the parking lot outside was a Bakercraft, probably a Model 6 or 7. It resembled the woman who got out of it: both were aging but polished, built with a utilitarian thickness. The woman was wearing a five-dinar dress and a matching summer shawl, and carrying the sort of heavy purse that some women know how to live out of.
Two Ways of LifeYoull live your life runningTwo Ways of Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Said the mouse to his children.
For many a lifes lived
In ending our own.
With mouths full of thunder
And paws that grow thorns,
Never, no never
Will they leave us alone.
Youll live your life running
Said the cat to her children.
Our prey dont just sprout up
And drop at our feet.
In scent or in sound
The best are betrayed.
If we dont out-pace them
There is no hope or meat.
With one mornings hunger
The mouse left his children.
While four kittens waited
For their mothers return.
The young mice stayed lonely,
And the kittens weren't hungry.
In life and in death
Did the two families learn.
What am IGO AWAY.What am I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more than
meat on bone.
We hate you
and you know it.
Oh, you know it
your very heartstrings -
sound our anthem in your veins.
The roaring in your ears
from pillows in the night
You'll not be rid of us.
We'll pull your strings
and break you down
for all the world to see.
We'll pick you up
and throw you down
and crush you into dust.
And all that's left
for us to say
is that you're nothing
if not made of us.
I hate you
FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Friendless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows his name.
No matter what he tries to do,
It is always the same.
He keeps up with all the trends,
He knows them inside out.
Each one he pulls off perfectly,
Even that selfie-photo pout.
Each week he brings a box of muffins,
Though nobody knows why.
He used to try and hand them out,
Now he doesn't even try.
He shares the muffins with the crows
and eats them one by one.
For consuming that much sugar,
He sure looks miserable when he's done.
He looks down at the empty box
and you see a little smile.
The crows fly off and he lies down;
They'll all be full for quite a while.
The same routine, every week,
I think so that he can pretend,
That in the year that he's been here,
He's made at least one friend.
A Mirror to BreakI know your name, And I see we're the sameA Mirror to Break5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But in my anger, I'll put you in danger
Though I'm on a stage; Playing a part for every age; The one that's all the rage
I know your name, And I see we're the same
You're the mirror, And as I draw nearer
It's you I'll try to see, But I'll only find me, Unhappily
I know your name, And I see we're the same
That's why, in my fear, I threw those rocks at that mirror
Denial I'd try, Making you die, But destruction was always, only, Mine.
MotherMotherMother6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
5:39 P.M. and its time for another one of those
Interruptions; I dont know, maybe I was working too hard, too steadily, too quietly,
Or you were tired of leafing through worthless mail: sale bulletins, Dunkin Donuts coupons,
The garish Costco ads just screaming to be noticed (Waste of paper!),
And running chafed hands through blow-dried, dyed hair,
Uttering little murmurs of dissatisfaction like you always do, so goddamn predicable.
It begins. What are you doing? If I sit very still and pretend you dont exist
Will you do me that favor? No, youve already left your indelible
Handprint on my often-battered spirit, might as well hang on a few more years
To dole out more bruises and cuts and if youre lucky, a really deep gash will scar.
Wouldnt that be lovely? Though I am well-trained in the art of silence,
Often mistaken for contempt or reservation, dont surrender, mother dearest!
You alone possess t
The Bus StopJane came to an abrupt stop three feet away from the sheltered bus stop and stared at the strange boy tucked away in the far corner of the bench. His left knee was drawn up to his chest and his head was resting against it, but her view of his face was obscured by his arm. He was perfectly still, but the brilliant yellows and blues of his clothes made him stand out against the dull grey of the city. Jane swallowed and moved to sit down opposite of him. Once she was safely under the glass roof, she folded her umbrella carefully and set it down at her side. The boy took no notice of her.The Bus Stop3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rainy Monday morning and Jane was on her way to the diner downtown where she worked as a waitress. Each day she would wake up early and put on her rather plain looking uniform so that she could hike two miles to the bus stop. It was a rather boring and monotonous existence, but she couldn't quite recall a time when her life hadn't been that way. She didn't go out with friends. In fact, she didn't
WordsSticks and Stones may break my bones,Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but words will never hurt me.
she walks through blackness,
hallways filled with snorts and stares,
giggles and snide remarks.
You're not welcome here.
nobody wants you.
There's nowhere to hide,
(don't bother babe, 'cause we'll find you)
and nowhere to run,
(did you really think we'd let you go?)
as far as they care,
she can die. (the more blood the better)
That Ashley was the
The coin manThere is a man in the mountains who has a lot of money. Or it would likely seem a lot of money to you and me, but, given the unlikelihood that he'll ever spend any of it, the lot is less like a lot of money, and more like an enormous collection of coins. These coins are not particularly special; not to you and me; no particular countries of origin, no specific years, no arrangement, nothing unique.The coin man9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He just likes coins.
He has a wooden house, but no beard to speak of, and he's had a wife- more than once. He doesn't spend a lot time around the town, but he usually has a smile and a wave at the ready.
He is very, very satisfied.
And he really has a lot of coins.
Blessed are those who mournDeathBlessed are those who mourn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the lifetime
of a moment,
he is gone
In greeting Death
he says farewell
to all the worldly sighs
and all the worldly sights
that once he might enjoy.
'Tis passing strange
that what he leaves behind
never says goodbye
to all its full extent.
How we him remember
is up to time,
the price of tinted glass.
Last StopsLast Stops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kid was quiet for the first several hours after he had picked her up. Obe glanced at her occasionally, particularly when he changed the radio station, looking for a sign that he had found the one she liked. She was quiet, but expressive, and she wrinkled her nose for the first five that he tried. When he found a classic rock channel, she smiled slightly and her shoulders relaxed. She was staring out the window at the endless dusty desert, but he caught her stealing glances back at him several times. Obe was patient, and waited for her to start the conversation.
“I don’t remember how I got out here,” she said finally.
“That’s okay. Most people don’t.”
“Yeah, but it seems weird that I don’t remember how I got in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
Obe smiled. The girl, who had told him she wanted to be called Ida, had found her chatter. “Oh, I
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
WhitexHawk Dark Hearts Part 60WhitexHawk Dark Hearts Part 604 years ago in Settings More Like This
Whitewing yawned, lying outside the warriors' den. The apprentices were playing outside their den all except for Dovepaw, of course. She had gone hunting with Lionblaze.
The young she-cat was turning into one of the best hunters in the clan, surprisingly. She ALWAYS seemed to know where the prey was, and how to catch it. Even the warriors had to admire her skills! Whitewing was very proud of her daughter, but she couldn't help wondering exactly WHY Dovepaw was such a great hunter. It was as if she had never missed a catch!
"Blossompaw! Blossompaw! Blossompaw! Blossompaw!" Blossompaw was wrestling Bumblepaw, and she seemed to be losing. At the last heartbeat, she flipped him over with expert speed and pinned him. The young she-cat's denmates cheered wildly.
"Hey, watch this!" Ivypaw threw herself into the fight, nudging Blossompaw aside. She slid under Bumblepaw's belly, hooking her claws around his waist and pulling him down. Before he could move, she pinned him down by the side a
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 Hunger Pains Chapter 1The Hunger Pains: A Warriors and Hunger Games Crossover FanfictionThe Hunger Pains Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky was clear and the sun was just peeking through the trees to begin the day. Feathertail groaned and turned to her side as the sunlight peered onto her face. She was in the warriors den, resting with all of her fellow clanmates. Prey has been scarce for as logs as Feathertail could remember. Everyday she woke up hungry, and every night she went to sleep starving. Feathertail yawned deeply and started to rise up. She wanted to see her brother every second today, just in case she might lose him. She immediately noticed Stormfur from the rest of the cats in the den. Feathertail padded up to him, and nudged his shoulder.
"Stormfur." She said gently, "Wake up please."
Stormfur opened his eyes half way and took a quick glimpse at Feathertail, "What is it?"
"Today is the day, wether we like it or not, the reaping, Stormfur."
Stormfur's eyes shot
Warriors: The Echo of Loss 001Warriors: The Echo of Loss 0015 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Echo of Loss
"Chapter One: Birth and Burial"
Honeyripple writhed in her birthing nest. Webbelly, the pale grey medicine cat, did her best to tend the ailing golden tabby.
In all her years as a medicine cat, this was probably one of the hardest births she had ever had to tend to. Honeyripple was far to young to be having kits, she had become with kit hardly one moon after receiving her warrior name. Webbelly had known all along that it would not be an easy birth for her but she was beginning to doubt the queen would survive, let alone her kits. Nettletail should have known better and now his mate and her kits may die for his foolishness.
"Its hurts! Please! Please, Webbelly, make it stop!" Honeyripple yowled.
The medicine cat was already doing all she could. "Nettletail," she called. The white bellied black tom straightened up though his tired, worried eyes did not leave his ailing mate. "Go fetch some more water and tell Lilypaw to fetch me some cobwebs."
He nodded, leaving the nur