Kur's Aura Part 1During a very dark night at the Saturday home, Doc & Drew are doing some midnight sparing in the training room, Doyle is making a few adjustments to his Jet Pack in the living room, Komodo sneaks into the kitchen to get himself a snack & Zon is minding her own business in her nest outside. As for Zak, Lexi & Fiskerton, they are all sleeping in their separate beds in the bedroom. At first everything seemed okay, but suddenly, Komodo hears a shriek coming from Zon outside. He crawls outside as fast as he can to see if Zon what is wrong, but as soon as he arrives at Zon's nest, she is gone.Kur's Aura Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Komodo goes to the living room so he can try to warn Doyle about Zon's disappearance, but when Komodo makes it to the living room, Doyle is also gone. Then after a few seconds, Komodo hears huge thuds coming from the room that Doc & Drew are in. Komodo enters the training room, Doc & Drew are also gone, the room is filled with knockout gas. Komodo tries to keep himself awake after breathing in the
Kur's Aura Part 5: The End*4 Minutes Later*Kur's Aura Part 5: The End5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After taking Fiskerton's body into the medical room, Doc & Drew started treating his wounds. The rest of the family stood in the waiting room, hoping Doc & Drew would do their best to keep Fiskerton alive. Zak & Lexi were still weeping for their beloved brother & kept on saying it was their fault that Fiskerton was dying.
"No, It's actually my fault", Nina admitted.
Zak & Lexi looked at Nina in confusion.
"After I came back from my trip, I saw Fiskerton battling against Piecemeal & Rani Nagi. I wanted to help, but Fiskerton insisted that I leave in order to save you and the others from Argost. Please don't be angry at me, but I didn't have much of a choice. I don't deserve your forgiveness", Nina cried while shedding a tear.
Zak & Lexi walked up to Nina, gave her a hug to make her feel better, told her that they weren't angry at her & forgave her for leaving Fiskerton. Still thinking she didn't deserve their forgiveness, more tears escaped from Nina's eyes.
*2 Hours &
A Late Night Visit- MideskoIt was wrong and he knew it. He knew that it wasn't right and that, if caught, it could create unspoken tension and awkward feelings. Yet, here he was, Zak Saturday, standing outside the guest room of his home and inside was his uncle. He knew that he shouldn't be up passed his bedtime, and he knew oh so well what kind of trouble he could be into for coming here this late. But he couldn't leave now. Not yet.A Late Night Visit- Midesko5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The eleven year old took a deep breath, held it for a moment and urged himself to relax. He extended a shaky hand and grabbed onto the door knob and twisted it slowly. The room was encased in darkness and all Zak could hear was the faint, even breathing from the bed. This was the third night he'd come in, but he'd never built up the courage to actually approach the bed that held the sleeping figure.
Zak's heart raced as he looked down into the darkness, his uncle sleeping soundly, not even aware of his presence. The young Saturday promised himself that he'd do this one thing, then
Zac SaturdayFourteen year old Zak Saturday was walking around the forest near his home, when suddenly, a twig snapped around him. He pulled out his claw and had it at the ready. Nothing came to attack him, making him relax, until he saw a pair of eyes in the trees. White eyes.Zac Saturday3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tsul 'Kalu?" He said, puzzled, it was as if on cue the big mutant cat gorilla or what ever he was jumped down from a tree branch with, what Zak saw, a couple of large leaves in his arms. He bowed his respects to Zak and Zak bowed to him as well. Tsul 'Kalu then handed the bundle of leaves to Zak. The teenager looked at the bundle.
It was a child with white hair and a black star. There was tan skin and pale black-gray eyes. An orange shirt covered the upper half of it's body and, as Zak moved the leaves, he saw the child was wearing yellow pants. It was Zak Monday!
As Zak looked a his doppelganger that was now a baby, he felt at peace as the boy reached up to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tsul 'Kalu disappear, th
The Desert WarI didn't think what I was doing could be called tomb robbing, for there were no bodies to be found. Just layers of dust and sand, accumulated over a hundred years of abandonment, covering what furniture remained intact with a blanket of grime. It sat in thick piles in archways and along the edges of the narrow corridors, where the wind echoed mournfully along the pale stones before dying away completely. There were no traps here, no wards, just the feel of old magic. Mages had built this place, yet there were no defenses. This civilization had fallen quickly, then. Yet, there were no bodies. Not even bones. I expected there to be at least bones.The Desert War1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were riches to be had here. I found them scattered about, there, in a room I thought must have belonged to a woman, again in a vault, and some littered among other personal effects left as if the owners would return tomorrow. I took a gold bracelet for myself, but nothing more. Gold was heavy, and I was here for a different sort of treasu
Vampires vs. WerewolvesIt started very simply, many, many years ago. Our race, the vampire, created the werewolf as an ally in the Great Wars. A brilliant scientist theorized that the with bond between man and beast, internally, the result would be the greatest warrior. Combined with the vampire blood infused into them, they would be the most deadly creatures ever to walk the earth. This new race wouldn't need to feed on blood, like us, but it would need the thrill of the hunt and of the kill to be completely satisfied.Vampires vs. Werewolves6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
And so, the werewolf was born on the full moon. The intrinsic magic of the moon eased the pain of turning in humans, otherwise we would've lost many more. But young werewolves are unpredictable and hard to control. They became feral, running through towns all over our world, killing innocents, breeding more and more of their kind. Even the angriest vampire never kills anyone who didn't deserve it. We knew then that what we had done was wrong in the extreme.
And so our legendary wars against e
Ways to annoy Zak MondayWays to annoy Zak MondayWays to annoy Zak Monday5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Tell him hes a cheap nock of verson of the real zak
2. Tell him he dyed his hair wrong
3. If he insults you tell him "Well i dont die in the end!"
4. Ask him, "Do you have a "Black Matter Wadi" like zak?"
5. Ask him, "Why does he act like the good Zak?"
6. Tell he that he is banned from being bad
7. Say that he need to apologies zak
8. Ask if he gets bored of making wrong decisions
9. Tell him "At an evil convention you dont seem so evil." and he says "i got kur powers." and you say "it still not surprising."
10. Tell him that the only reason he's so angry is because zak saturday won't make out with him
11. Show him a picture of him and zak saturday kissing
12. Offer delicious cake but give him none
13. Poke him a couple hundred times, and when he says, "QUIT IT!" Keep poking him.
14. Ask him if hes jealous of zak being with wadi and if he says no then ask him if he wants to be with zak
15. Ask him if he's evil
All Alone- Sasunaru4lifeALL ALONE!All Alone- Sasunaru4life5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Doyle looked around his sad studio apartment and couldnt help the sad sigh that left his lips. he couldnt believe that yet again he would be eating alone. No family, no friends.....and no lover. an image of Zak popped in his head.
'NO you sick bastard that is your nephew!' He couldnt help the shame he felt at the inappropriate thoughts he was having of his nephew but a little voice in his head told him.
Youre only human Doyle and hes grown into a VERY attractive young man. And that Doyle couldnt deny. Zak had grown at least 4 feet and while becoming very tall, had still maintained a very lithe form. His face while having matured, still had that boyish charm Doyle had felt drawn to since first meeting the boy in those caves so many years ago. He kept his "skunk" hairdo but it had gotten longer and the white of his hair hung slightly over his eye. He generally took to wearing his lab coat but when you could take him OUT
Vampires vs. WerewolvesIt happens during a bloody full moonVampires vs. Werewolves7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stenched with those who shouldn't be named
Mist of death covers the battle
Living many mysterious marks of the grimm
Blood in each other's eyes burn
Both are agile and strong
Different weapons yet so deadly
One swift strike makes the kill
The dead are damned for eternity
The living are damned for all lifetime
Yet both are creatures of the night
Both thirsting for innocent blood
The blood shed of their battle
Gives an eerie sight to all who survives
Long are there battles between the damneds
For long they suffer the death of eternity
- Crizana -
- 07/01/06 -
EasterRemember what you love,Easter6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
Secrets Should be SilentSecrets Should be Silent:Secrets Should be Silent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip's fancy.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2013
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Two Women, One Hulk
The Realm of Asgard
Thor was now leaving Asgard after visiting his father Odin, who wished to speak with him regarding the mortals that helped saved the nine realms from destruction at the hands of Loki. The conversation between Odin and Thor, like most of their discussions, was very brief and left the Thunder God wondering, for it seemed like Odin knew something that nobody else did and was intentionally hiding it. Thor could only begin to guess what his father was hiding, but whatever it was, it was something that was not meant to be revealed to anyone at this particular point of time.
He could only hope that whenever this secret was, it would be revealed to him and his fellow Avengers before it is too late. Thor continued to walk through the halls, his mind deep in thought regarding his conversation with Odin, and thus did not seem to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. It was only when this particular person announced her presen
How To Get Your Art On Deviant Art's Front PageHow To Get Your Art On Deviant Art's Front PageHow To Get Your Art On Deviant Art's Front Page4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
1) You must be a girl, but not just any girl. You must be that one, stereotypical, skinny, curvy chick who is simply “Ms. Perfect”.
2) Get a cheap camera. A cell phone is much preferred.
3) Stand in your room (or anywhere actually), remove most of your clothes (if not all of them).
4) Strike some erotic pose that those models in the Wal-Mart magazines can pull of so much better than you, and make sure you're really doing it, so that it borderlines some sick porno.
5) Complain that it's art when people mistake it for porn. Accept compliments from creepy pervs.
6) Do it all over again. And act like you're surprised when you get the attention.
How Not To Get Your Art on Deviant Art's Front Page
1) Be an artist (this includes writers an
Dear DeathDear Death,Dear Death5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why are you taking so long?
Did something go wrong?
Are you off sharpening your scythe?
Come back; you left my life
The medication isn't helping.
I need you to end my yelping.
Scrape the screams from inside my head,
Hover over me as I sleep in bed.
You've become my first priority.
I beg you to listen to my small minority.
We need to have a short conversation.
Please help me end this starving temptation.
Oh Death, you must come back.
End my life with just one whack.
Smirk as they slam the coffin door,
And treasure my soul for evermore.
No rest for a weary heart.Yesterday my mother asked me what INo rest for a weary heart.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
would name my children and I told her that
I did not want any. She scoffed at me
and shook her head, insisting
that once I found the
all of that would change.
And I thought back
to all the times when my palms
sweated and my throat ran dry
and my cheeks heated up just because
a girl walked by whose lips
were so pretty and pink that all I wanted
to do was taste them.
I replied, swallowing the acid
that was threatening to crawl out of
"it will take a lot more than that
to convince me."
Because despite the fact that
the mere thought of a man
with arms that could carry the weight of the
world holding me tight could
make my legs crumble beneath me,
I just don't know if it
would be the right choice.
I remember once
when I let it slip that I supported
those who loved all genders
my parents stared at me as if I
had admitted to murder. "It's wrong,"
my father had exclaimed and to me,
his words were a toxin more deadly
Long Distance RelationshipSo cruel a fate to bare the yokeLong Distance Relationship5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of endless sea and measured plain,
Yet from thy absence comes the hope
of meeting freely once again.
Caressing voice upon my cheek,
'tis all the distance will allow.
O love, again I pray thee, speak;
thy humble word a kiss for now.
Returning to The Labyrinth - 1Sarah.Returning to The Labyrinth - 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The voice was soft, inviting Sarah Williams to open her eyes.
Sarah. Youve forgotten your first great adventure.
Sarah sat up, eyes bleary from where she had fallen asleep at her desk. Across the room a full length mirror stood, reflecting the classroom.
The voice continued. The way back Sarah. Do you remember the way back?
Sarah, thinking she was still asleep, shook her head. The way back to where? Her words trailed as she stood up, walking toward the mirror. The classroom she taught in was no longer the reflection. She could see herself, but it wasnt her reflection. As in a movie she watched herself stop a steep cliff, looking over the twisting, never-ending paths and walls of the Labyrinth.
No Sarahs voice caught in her throat as a figure, familiar and so alien, stood behind her, showing the labyrinth to the Sarah In The Mirror.
Do you know what you did to him? Th
Just An AfternoonThe day was slow at Jenna's ranch. Most of the inhabitants just idly lied on the floor and half-enjoyed this unusual moment of peace and quiet.Just An Afternoon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm bored," a young Pachirisu finally puffed out after several minutes of doing nothing.
"Yeah, there's nothing to do," a half-Bunneary-disguised Zorua added. She was usually by far much more well-concealed than this, but in the sudden wave of boredom she wasn't even bothering. After all, what were the chances of a stranger coming and seeing a Zorua here?
"Oh come on guys, it's not that bad," the Raichu currently keeping watch over the young Pachirisu, Zorua and Chatot said in a somewhat annoyed tone that really didn't backed up his words.
The Chatot squawked in protest, "O RLY? Speak for yourself, you haven't had uncle Mathew make you sit still all day while-."
"Sibelius!" the aforementioned Honchkrow scolded from afar in such a voice that he made the Chatot cower in fear.
And so the silence resumed, only occasionally broken by distant cries
Returning to the Labyrinth - 3Jadia let the last knocker fall onto the door's plate. The doors suddenly came to life, their knockers began banging themselves against the door plates.Returning to the Labyrinth - 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sarah's hands flew to her ears, covering them. Jadia smirked at the girl's discomfort, to her the sounds were musical, she could hear the bell-like tones under the heavy clanging. The floor in the centre of the room began to turn and desend, turning into a spiral staircase.
Jadia stepped to the stairs, motioning Sarah to follow. As both girls made their way into the darkness below, the floor above closed and became whole again.
"Where are we?" Sarah looked through the darkness before suddenly a bright ball of golden light filled the room ahead of them. She couldn't tell where the light came from, but Jadia seemed to concentrate on something before walking down the stairs.
"This is the path to the Ugliette. A path, anyway. Hurry up." Jadia walked through the stairwell that turned and spiraled in on itself down into the depths.
Returning to the Labyrinth - 4Hoggle?! Sarahs words left her in suprise. Jadia brought me to see Hoggle-?! Sarah couldnt believe it. That witch had brought her straight to Hoggle. Even if Hoggle wasnt there at the moment. She could wait if it ment seeing her old friend again.Returning to the Labyrinth - 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jadia stepped away from the palace. The garden had smelled lovely, but only just managed to hide the scent of the Bog. She didnt mind this place, and she knew once Hoggle arrived she could be rid of the human woman.
How dare she call me human. Jadia snorted. The fuzzy orange monster cub was rushing ahead to chase a bog fly.
Dont put a paw in the bog. You know Ill have to shave you again. She smiled lightly at her pet. The little fuzzball hopped and bounded back to her mistress as Jadia walked away and back to the Ugliette.
Crushbone turned one corner then the next, following the rat-wolfs lead through the twisting ways of the Labyrinth. The leash pu
Halo: Twisted Origin: Chap 3Halo: Twisted Origin: Chap 39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3: A means to an end.
To accept one's self is going to die makes one able to find calm. To want to live, means that one has strength. Finding strength and finding calm is a task most men will never complete. However the man that finds it can have the world at his fingertips.
Tokuamalee blanched when Regret waved his hand signaling the guards to come up and grab him, and grab the Captain.
"< Bring the Human to me. >" Regret said his floating chair hovering closer.
Anna watched as the guards grabbed Tokuamalee, and came to grab her. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't tell if the Prophet was angry, happy, sad. His sing song voice masked what he was saying. She didn't understand. When the Elite guard grabbed her by her sore wrist it took all her strength not to call out in pain. His grip was tight and she could feel her bones grinding painfully together. Twisting around she could see that the Captain had looked up and Tokuamalee was panicked. Scowling sh