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Lunacy: Becoming a WerewolfBy the time we managed to pull out of the little cabin that Krissie’s parents lived in, the sun was pretty much gone. I couldn’t really tell if it had set yet- spring was always the middle ground of sunset, not too early but not late- due to both the woods of northern Minnesota, and the overcast sky. By the time I turned our little Impala sedan on the highway south towards Minneapolis, it was starting to rain.Lunacy: Becoming a Werewolf2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept down a sigh as I turned on the windshield wipers, only to see an empty road.
“We could have just spent the night, you know,” Krissie said from the passenger seat. “Mom and Dad always love having guests.”
I huffed. “Don’t worry, it’s just some rain. Besides, there’s some stuff I had planned when we get back… Not to mention, your dad was getting a little hard to deal with.”
“Oh, Martin,” she sighed. “I know you guys don’t see eye to eye, but you don’
Viral x Reader Part 9Viral x Reader Part 9 5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Pftt- Hahahah! No, it was not a good sign. It was not good that you were very, very, very, and I repeat very slightly getting along. It was bad, very very bad.
Just who in their right mind would want to get along with someone who practically kidnapped you and is a filthly liar and a jack ass? You wanted his help deep down, but you shouldn't have. You shouldn't want anything to do with this guy, but you did.
Your stuborness and thick headedness would never allow you to say it outloud, though. After eating, you stomach settled down a lot. You were just hungry? Hmph! Getting you all worried for nothing! Well, on the bright side, that saves you an embarrassing moment.
Just the fact you were eating the food HE made, kinda
Moonborn: pt 1Adam jerked awake with the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Breathing hard and drenched in a cold sweat, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair.Moonborn: pt 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He'd lost count of how many times he'd dreamt of the white wolf. After three months and well over five-hundred dollars wasted on fake psychics and palm-readers, he was still no closer to finding out what it meant. He sighed deeply and covered his face with his hands.
Reluctantly he peeked through his fingers at his alarm clock.
Letting out a groan, he fell back to the pillows. He'd have to get up for work at the diner soon.
It was a dead-end job and everyone there -- even his boss -- was afraid of him, but the meager paychecks kept the landlord off his back. That was the only reason he kept showing up.
As he showered and got dressed, his mind drifted to his former pack; the family he'd left behind. He remembered vividly the tears in his mother's eyes and the angry disappointment on his father's face as he'd told them his de
Moonborn: Werewolf InfoFemalesMoonborn: Werewolf Info2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There are no natural-born female werewolves known to exist today, and there haven't been for centuries. All females that exist were exposed to the virus through a bite, or other means (introduction of infected blood into the bloodstream, infected saliva coming into contact with an open wound, etc). The reason for this is quite simple and begins on a microscopic level. The lycanthropy virus makes werewolves superior to humans in nearly every way, including their sperm. Male-making sperm cells outrun and destroy female-making ones, ensuring that any offspring conceived are male. This process is so effective that a female werewolf is only born, on average, once in every three hundred years. This, along with the fact that natural-born females only give birth to full-blood werewolves (whereas a bitten female, possessing traces of human DNA, may give birth to human offspring), makes natural-born females priceless to the pack.
Natural-born werewolves undergo their first c
The simplest, easiest way to not make a Mary SueMay Sue tests and descriptions try their best to help you refine your character, especially in keeping it from being something that's worse that 'poorly written--a Sue.The simplest, easiest way to not make a Mary Sue4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
An easy way to test these tests is to plug canon characters into them. There are enjoyable characters that are already written who are beautiful, smart, savvy, have tons of skills, live forever, are resurrected, find true love, and are enjoyable. You wonder other people got away with such things and why you can't or you start hating most authors because they mention--just once--'beautiful' or someone easily winning a battle.
But your smart enough to get that bad feeling down your spine from some characters. They didn't just get a bad author or a crappy director, they just shouldn't be and the feeling just gets stronger the more you read and watch things and grasp deeper aspects of story-telling mediums. You know that Sues exist and that they are out to get your story. They must be stopped, but now you wonder how.
Sometimes, I don't understand Sometimes, I don't understand people, don't understand what they are up to but just know that I need them for some reason.Sometimes, I don't understand 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
10 things I've learned about life so fari.10 things I've learned about life so far1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
people will come into your life
and they always have the chance
just as freely - you should try
to not stop them if they do decide
to leave your life;
new ones will take their place.
don't dwell on past relationships;
the sooner you accept that they're gone,
the better you'll feel and the more focused
you can be to find someone even better.
lying - don't do it.
which leads us to...
don't run from your mistakes,
but rather confront them and
recognize them for what they
truly are - lessons.
unless it is very necessary
and unavoidable, don't start
your higher education at a university;
for the same credits, you could pay
over $15000 less and go to a
(besides, you could change your major
over and over and over, and feel less guilty).
parents are (typically) trying their best
and they only want the very best for you;
trust that and appreciate it.
don't take anything negative said to you
personally - it might hurt for a bit,
5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock This essay here is based on an article from Psychology Today magazine, where the main story is "Confessions of a Sociopath." I couldn’t find this online, and I want you guys out there on deviantART to read this, ‘cause art blocks are the bane of artists. Anyway…5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) You know that saying “think outside the box”? Well its horseshit. Whoever told you that should be struck in the face repeatedly. You don’t want to think outside the box, you want to take a different approach within the box. It’s like if you’re stranded without a ride home and you think “Maybe I’ll just grow wings and fly home.” There was a test in which participants were prompted to create animals that would not be of this world. The result was that they ended up creating creatures that were awfully similar to earth creatures. It was probably stupid shit like green skinned tigers with red eyes. The reason was that they were told to
The dream....Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toysThe dream....2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lay there on the ground, and turn the dirt into your joy
From what I see and what I know, it's all been boring lately
So I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybe
Time your riddles right, and make a point that has no sense
Make sure that you're smiling, and the money's been well spent
Innocence and ignorance, it all goes hand in hand
I'm not sure that I'm right, but I hope you'll understand
I hope that you're still searching for the start that has no end
And all the plastic people have now become your friends
Before you start to drift and your soul begins to scream
I just wanted to tell you that you're listening to a dream........
-Brent Smith, Shinedown.
Still Here - A RotG FicJack let out a sharp exhale.Still Here - A RotG Fic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He still wasn't too used to using his powers all the time. Even if it had been quite a while since the first time he had woken up with no idea who he was or why was he here, those questions still lingered in his mind, and such wavering would often cost him when handling his own element. More than once his knees had given in, making them fall on to the white blanket of snow, and he had to stay there for a short while, catching his breath, clutching his staff tightly so that he wouldn't collapse completely.
Wisps would always form close to his lips, a sight that he got used to seeing and felt neutral about it. They weren't bad, they weren't good. He simply used them as an indication of how much air he was letting out.
Another long sigh, another little fog.
With his body feeling weak after flying around with the wind carrying him, he let his back rest on a thick tree trunk. His chest was rising up and down steadily. The wind hovered for a moment before taking
El sueno americanoI am an angry person.El sueno americano1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m often angry at my sister,
My sister, my wonderful little amazement of existence
Is often one of the most irritating things on the planet.
With that mouth that never closes,
Fists always punching,
Feet always stomping,
And mouth always pouting manipulatively
Or smiling lovingly.
My father and the disrespect he offers my mother
Threatens my very sanity.
The way she cries over his lies
Hammers inch long nails into my soul.
Because I care, am I a fool?
He’s a butcher,
His words his knife biting into her.
Me, the one who hates all
The hate in the world,
Then hates himself for hatred itself.
I can’t stomach my own evil,
That which I share with all my kin: Greed,
Eating at me like a weevil;
Especially following greedy deeds.
Which offered me a false dream:
El sueño americano.
If I work hard enough, I’ll prosper.
If I work hard enough, I won’t have to work nine to five.
The upper clas
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesSpace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But dear, what do you mean?
Do you mean you want the planets,
Do you mean you want the stars,
Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?
An infinite vacuum,
a quiet location,
solitude for the soul?
Oh yes, my dear,
I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in there
Oh yes, my dear,
It’s as empty as you.
Absolute ZeroAbsolute ZeroAbsolute Zero8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep down inside, reality so rough,
Paying for the one who was never sure enough.
Deep down inside, can you still see me?
Can you still remember the better version of me?
Deep down inside, staring to the skyline of this town,
Disappearing, lifting like shadows, down and down.
Paid for every tear and every smile,
Burnt out by the fire called life.
And can you hear me now,
When all that once was a miracle is completely down?
Hearts are torn apart, memories remain the same,
But somehow too painful when there’s only me to blame.
Deep down inside, reaching the absolute zero,
I’ve never promised I’d be your hero.
Deep down inside, can you still remember me?
Do you still know whether there once was a better version of me?
Deep under the absolute zero, hatred and cry,
‘cause the fallen angels can also die.
Under the absolute zero, beyond the wings of a wind,
All alone and broken, left behind blind,
The darkness within, surrounded by fire,
Cold - A RotG Fanfic--May contain minor spoilers--Cold - A RotG Fanfic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack had woken up, not surprised that he wasn't alone on the bed. The little boy had probably snuck in to his room in the middle of the night, and to prove his guess, the door was slightly open. He was sure that he had closed it before he had gone to sleep. The child was sleeping soundly, not waking up from the teen's movement. Still curled up close to him, seeking warmth. He couldn't resist smiling at him, knowing that he wouldn't see it. He looked so peaceful and...and he wished that he would stay that way.
His room was dimly lit; its light source coming from the only window in the room. There was a shelf with some books neatly tucked inside, a tiny desk with a lamp resting on top of it, a bigger desk where he usually stayed if he had to study, and of course, his bed. It was big enough for one person, supposedly, but the sellers didn't consider a child squeezing in, it seemed.
With a stifled yawn, he slowly got his feet to touch the ca
The Things I Don't Write AboutOn the last day of class, she had us copy a poem into our journals.The Things I Don't Write About2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'
'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'
'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'
And to each of us she wrote a message. To me, she wrote that I should not be afraid to visit the dark parts of my mind, for that is where I would find my best writing.
I unravel these things and weave them into other stories. Other voices. I use them, in bits and pieces, like an archeologist uncovering the broken shards of a pot and never finding the whole. I write the stories that belong to other people, but never my own.
I don't write about how it hurts. How the
Can't you hear the music? The light fell like raindrops, hitting my bare skin as I danced to the fiery music that surrounded me. Despite their glowing appearance, they were cool and liquid, running down my body like tiny rivers of sunlight. My companions and I saw the woman at the same time, and there was no hesitation. I caught her attention, swaying to the music.Can't you hear the music?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What are you doing?” the woman asked, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall of silver moonlight. She was beautiful, but tamed. The wild light inside her battled to be free, to dance with us.
“Dancing,” I replied. “Can’t you hear the music?”
The woman looked confused. “Are you alright?” she asked, edging backwards. The shadows danced around her, trying to draw her into the dance.
“I’m wonderful. Won’t you dance with us?”
She shook her head, afraid, and the shadows pounced. I danced close
My Heart: SpainXReader “Hey, let me inside!” You pound on the door. This is the first time you have ever forgotten your key and the only person at home was your older brother.My Heart: SpainXReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Just a second!” Your brother opens the door, but rushes past you before you can step inside.
“Where are you going?” You shout after him.
“I’ll be right back. Hang out with Toni while I’m gone!” He shouts back as he gets in his car and drives away.
You tense up. Antonio is your brother’s best friend and the boy you have a crush on. Walking into the house, you hear him in the kitchen.
Grow a GardenHer father gave her a pack of seeds, and told her to grow a garden,Grow a Garden1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for flowers could teach her about life
Sitting cross-legged, the dewy, viridian grass itching at her ankles,
she took her freshly-sharpened trowel,
and dug deep into the sodden dirt
Her lungs inhaled the musky scent,
as butterflies beat softly around her décolletage
And she promised herself,
she'd give a flower to her favorite boy
For months and months, she waited for the flowers to grow
And as she waited, to no avail,
the blue-eyed boy that made her lungs fill with salty water,
and made the butterflies cage inside her stomach,
only gave flowers to other girls
So she promised herself,
she'd get a flower from her favorite boy
So she grew a different garden:
She allowed crimson roses to grow from her skinny wrists; thorns digging, creating vertical lines
And she permitted black velvet petunias to flourish cavities under her sullen eyes
And finally, she let pale, yellow marigolds consume the skin of her hollow chee
A New Start There are too many words and too many feelings and not enough ways to get them into text.A New Start3 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
But I guess that’s my job, right?
Language is weird like that. Somewhere out there, in the deep trenches of unused English grammar or hidden in thousands of syllables and consonants and vowels lost to history that I could never hope to utter, there is a word for everything one could imagine, and there’s probably a better word to describe everything than “everything.” You have entire cultures that pioneered the written word lost to the dust of time. You have words that describe the heavy, serene scent of rain on a crisp morning, and simple little phrases that describe emotions too complex to describe otherwise.
And then you have some etymology-deficient assholes who decided to give the Eurasian Brown Bear a scientific name that translates to “Bear Bear Bear.” I can’t tell if that’s lazy or ingeni
you still got mehe wasn’t the only one to fall in love in third grade;you still got me11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you fall in love for the first time when he kicks
that older boy for making fun of your inhaler,
says ’ my mama’s got lots of medicine,
i think it’s cool that you can breathe yours—
hey, maybe it can help you breathe under water! ‘
you fall in love for the first time while choking.
it isn’t the worst pain he gives you.
you fall in love without realizing it’s love,
it’s just him, you fall in love with your best friend
but don’t think about his mouth until you’re both
thirteen and panicking about first kisses.
he’s whining and you want to help so you just do it,
just press your mouth to his and wish he could still talk
because you don’t know what to do, now—
but he presses back and his face his hot against your hands
and he pulls away and you don’t do it again.
he tells all the boys his first kiss was with a redheaded queen,
and you tell them yo
An Analysis of Deviant Art's AsshatteryAn Analysis of Deviant Art's Asshattery3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As many of us are well aware, there are many fundamental issues with the way Deviant Art functions as a website. The site is often slow or all-out unresponsive, people have no privacy and protection, and other problems exist that the staff simply doesn't care to resolve. Despite these problems and many others, the most we see in the way of site updates is aesthetic tweaks and piddly, unnecessary destination re-routes.
As far as I can gather, there are four basic issues with Deviant Art that desperately need to be changed. There are probably more, but they will be saved for a later article if they are brought to my attention. Each issue I see will be discussed and solutions will be proposed. It is not necessarily my hope to receive a Daily Deviation on this, and I certainly don't expect the staff to actually take it into consideration, but I do hope to at least share my thoughts on the issues I've experienced in my 2.5 years as a De
Perfect Boys Only Exist in Books Thank you.Perfect Boys Only Exist in Books2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thank you for finding me, amongst all the others. For noticing me, for finding me appealing, whether it be my name or cover or even because of the hand that had written me.
I'll try my best not to disappoint you. I hope you like my plot, the characters, the words chosen.
I hope you like my ending.
I feel your loneliness when your arms tighten around me, and I do my best to comfort your with my words. I do my best to be your friend.
I like when you cradle me in your hands, and when you turn my pages it tickles.
You never seem to forget about me. I'm always on your nightstand and riding in your bookbag. But of course my favorite place is in your hands.
You finished me pretty fast.
I know the ending made you cry; I felt your tears on my pages and it smudged a word or two. But that was okay, because after, you smiled.
I felt you hug me against your heart one last time.
The next day, I'm back on the shelf. But this time, I'm not so lonely,
Because I got to experie
.: who killed cinderella?? :.Everything was perfect..: who killed cinderella?? :.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The guests—those who had been invited, of course (*cough Alice cough*)—had arrived, the decorations were set, and all that was missing was the star of the ball herself.
Cinderella stood at the top of the grand staircase, sweeping her eyes over her masterpiece with a smile of satisfaction.
If she was aware of the fact that Goldilocks, in her pretty little dress, was sending her death glares from a few guests away, she did not show it.
The Beast, standing next to the woman who had once stolen his heart, nudged her gently. “It is time for your grand entrance, Cinderella,” he rumbled.
“Of course,” she agreed, still smiling brilliantly at the thought that all her hard work in preparation for the ball had finally paid off. “Or do you just want me to get this over with so I can tell you why I took your beloved possession that night?”
The Beast shuffled his feet nervously. She had always been able to know what he wa
Link x Reader x Dark Link Part 12 (End)Link x Reader x Dark Link Part 12 (End)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
You gulped and raised your shield and sword with shaky hands. You had lost your brother to these creatures and you'd be damned if you let yourself be taken by them too! You weren't going down without a fight!...Were you? Could you really do it? Could you fight off a pack of Wolfos by yourself? You had watched your brother be torn to shreds by these beasts. Deep down inside, behind all your fury and your stuborness, you knew that you coudn't.
You couldn't take down a pack of Wolfos. Not even one. Even hunting when you had no food was hard. The animals had such sadness in their eyes, lusting to live longer. That's why you settled for veggies and fruits, stews and pies. Not wanting to hurt animals really got to you, but