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 War2 years 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
Mysterious Zak Chpt 1beep.......Beep....BEEP....BEEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEP!!!!!Mysterious Zak Chpt 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"AUGH!!" I sat up, sweat dripping down my face. "I'm up! I'm up!" I waved my arms around gently, until I heard the click of the alarm clock shut off. Pulling off my covers, I sat up. My vision was bleary and I rubbed my eyes. My boring room with one window and one chair greeted my sight. "Bland wallpaper is fine with me, as long as it pleases Dad." I nodded. Standing up, I looked in the mirror. My dark blue hair with a mysterious gray stripe down the middle swished a little bit, so I pulled it up into a ponytail.
"LUNA!!! Get down here please! Breakfast is ready, and the bus will be here any minute!" I heard Mom's soft voice float up the stairs into my room. "Yes mother." I yelled, and pulled off my pajamas. It was only an oversized shirt and jean shorts, not much. Yanking my school uniform (gray, in case you didn't know) over my head, I pulled on my black pleated skirt and stuffed my feet into my tiny Mary Jane buckle shoes. "Owww
EasterRemember what you love,Easter1 year 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.
Kur's Aura Part 2*17 Minutes Later*Kur's Aura Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After a long search, Zak & Lexi managed to find their tracking device that was confiscated by Doc about a month ago.
"Shouldn't we wake Fisk up before we leave?" Zak asked.
"I've tried waking him up while you were in the surveillance room, we're on our own" Lexi replied.
Lexi used her shape shifting ability to turn herself into a Thunderbird, a fast & large bird-like creature with a few lizard features. Zak climbed on Lexi's back with a worried look on his face before they both took off, leaving Fiskerton all alone in the Saturday home.
*29 Minutes Later*
Zak & Lexi found Van Rook after they tracked him in the ghost town of Switzerland, the same place where Van Rook & Piecemeal tried to kidnap Fiskerton.
"Where's our family metal head?" Lexi asked.
But Van Rook ignored Lexi's question and started throwing a few concussion grenades at her. Luckily, Lexi managed to conjure up a unbreakable ice shield in front of her before the grenades exploded. Zak charged at Van Rook
Kur's Aura Part 4"I'll...kill..you" Zak whispered,Kur's Aura Part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What was that you said?" Argost asked,
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!!! I SWEAR IF FISKERTON DIES, I'LL KILL YOU YA CHALK-FACED FREAK!!!!!", Zak cried.
Argost glowered, twisted his mouth into a sneer & started squeezing Zak's jaw with his hand in a fit a rage,
"Leave my brother alone", Lexi shouted.
Argost looked at Lexi with a stare that made her shake with fear. Lexi remained mute and looked away. Argost turned his attention towards Zak .
"You're in no position to make threats young Mr. Saturday, I'm in control here. Despite you insulting & threatening me, I'm willing to make you a proposal. I'm willing to let you and the rest of your family go if you let me extract Kur's aura from both of your bodies" , Argost growled.
"And if we refuse?" Zak asked,
"Then I'll kill you both & the rest of your family with my bare hands. It'll make my search for Kur much easier for me without you Saturdays in the way. Don't think I won't do it, I've killed forty-three secret
Fight or Flight - Oneshot RequestMy name is Maxine. My favorite hobbies are drawing, playing video games, and fighting. I like eating sweets, and people say I'm pretty brave. Most of the time, that's true. But I remember one time where I was really scared. It was a year before I found out, and it was the exact day my troubles started. The day I found out I was in love.Fight or Flight - Oneshot Request3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You see, it all started with one boy. He and I have been friends for a LONG time. The best of friends. I even got a shirt to match his, with the Saturday serpent on the front. Of course, I tailored the symbol with a kickass skull. Being part of the Saturdays team is something I've treasured for the time I've spent with them, foiling Argost's plans and saving innocent/not-so-innocent (BUNYIPSSSSSS ) cryptids. If I had to name every species we've saved together as a team, we'd be talking for a good hour long. Aaaah, crap I'm straying off topic. Bad Max! Back to the story at hand.
His name is Zak. Zak Saturday. And this is my story about how
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- Midesko6 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
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk4 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
TSS: Ambush 'edit'*The Saturday Home, Zak and Lexi's Bedroom*TSS: Ambush 'edit'5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Zak and Lexi Saturday were still awake and sitting in their beds, Fiskerton began to playfully mock the two twins by tucking them in and placing their old favorite stuffed animals next to them.
"Fisk, you've done this for three months straight! Do we have to keep telling you that it's not funny?!", Zak asked in an annoyed tone.
"Just because YOU get to stay up late, doesn't mean you can treat us like little babies", Lexi said.
"I know, but I just love to bother the both of you!" Fiskerton said, "Want me to read you a bedtime story?"Fiskerton playfully asked while holding Zak and Lexi's old children's book.
"No! Leave us alone and go do whatever your kind does at night!" Zak shouted.
Gently laughing, Fiskerton did what his annoyed brother told him to do, and began to open the room window so he could jump out.
"Fiskerton, we're not little kids anymore. When are you going to stop treating us like this? , Lexi asked.
Fiskerton said nothing for
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
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 Saturday4 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
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 Page1 year 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
Do not fall in love with a writer.Do not fall in love with a writer.Do not fall in love with a writer.4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
They can paint with colors that you have never heard of before, and create new worlds with one strong emotion. They have a heart that outstrips any fuel source, and is full of butterflies and frustration. They come alive in the early hours of morning, when the only noise they can perceive is the one coming from your sleeping form; they sleep when the sunlight isn't quite in the shape they need to work their magic. They can conjure up the most simplest of cliches, and leave you in a burning wake of words, singeing your arms and eyes with embers of passion and misnomers. They have moments of weakness, and brief seconds of strength, and the only thing they will keep to themselves is how many times they said, "You can do better than that". They've fallen in love with the impossible, and wept over the improbable. Their wishes comprise of fanatical love tales, and the harmonizing of fates that were almost lost to the dusty shelves of old book s
No rest for a weary heart.Yesterday my mother asked me what INo rest for a weary heart.1 year 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
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. Werewolves7 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
Halo: Twisted Origin: Chap 3Halo: Twisted Origin: Chap 310 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
All Alone- Sasunaru4lifeALL ALONE!All Alone- Sasunaru4life6 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
Lessons in GenestealersCommissar Mauricius stared at the class of commissar cadets before him. So young, so fresh faced, so ignorant of the terrors they would face on the battle field and the darkness they would have to confront.Lessons in Genestealers5 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Do you know anything about Genestealers?” asked Commissar Mauricius.
“They’re Tyrannid creatures, sir,” answered one of the bright-faced cadets.
“They are scouts for the hive fleet. A Genestealer infestation is normally followed by the arrival of the Tyrannid hive fleet in nearby space. But sometimes the hive fleet can take centuries to show up. Space is vast. The Imperium encountered Genestealers long before the Tyrannids first appeared.”
The Genestealers moved so quickly. Before the lieutenant could even raise a weapon, a Genestealer had sliced open his chest with its claw.
Commissar Mauricius looked with horror at the monstrous xenos. Blood poured down the carapace that covered its slender body. It’s pink head
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 -
Vacantknock on the door,Vacant3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's nobody home
only an echo
that's singing alone
if there's a key,
then its not to be found
but it doesn't quite matter
'cause i'm not around
giving warmth has left me cold
so i'm searching for those arms that hold
no, not the arms of mortal men,
the love that comes direct from Him
so, sorry to say,
there isnt much here
leave me a note,
and I'll get back to you dear
this heart is tired
only time will allow
it's empty with notice,
vacant for now.