.a world in black and white 12.a world in black and white 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
N trailed behind while Touko and Red searched for Steven and the rest amongst the chaos. They kept having to dodge Pokémon and attacks, but no one had directly engaged them in battle yet. Oh God, the battles. They were terrible to just watch. The trainers of Viridian City who were trying to fight back didn't stand a chance. A few of them were starting to realize this and were retreating before they lost any Pokémon. Or any more, that is. Cases just like the Spearow's were all around. Touko had never seen anything like this before. It was making her feel sick. This was disgusting. Why would anyone get any enjoyment from doing this to Pokémon? Every single one of these bodies strewn on the ground was somebody's friend. She hesitantly looked back at N, who had fallen even further behind. She couldn't even imagine how he must be feeling now. "Red, I'm going to walk with N," she informed him. "You can go on ahead and look for Steven."
Red looked reluctant to leave them, but h
HoudiniMy brother killed a cat today. There was a famous Chinese general who once said that you would truly discover a man through his torture. I have come to disagree. When are we more exposed than when we are in sorrow, ridden by guilt?Houdini4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My brother killed a cat today. It was a little cat, a black one named Houdini with long fluffy hair and a sweet face. I'd heard of Houdini before when his owner pinned a note to our door when we were out asking if we would like to take him in. She had mistaken us for our neighbor, who has eleven cats. Her name was Holly and she sounded like she was between jobs.
My brother killed a cat today. It was a little cat, a black one named Houdini with long fluffy hair and a sweet face. He hit it with his car. It's a white 1997 Toyota, an Avalon. Our grandparents gave it to us in mint condition (practically), despite over 100,000 miles on the odometer. He put a NASA sticker on it and a sticker that says, "+5 Car of Driving." Before my brother got it, my dad had it fo
Becoming The DarknessBecoming The Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Becoming The Darkness
Hope is slowly falling away
The shadows are consuming me
Please, relieve me of my guilty conscience
Because these memories haunt me to no end
Please, make me another one of the departed
Allow me to ascend from this lament
My sorrowful heart has been forever weighing me down
But I still tried my very best to carry on
My lonesome soul kept corrupting me even more
So I was never really brave or strong
The birth to a new side of me has risen
One that harnessed the tragedies
The gift of a curse is what I have been given
I'm in control of my own insanity
A tranquil calmness on the outside
A black storm rages on the inside
My eyes attempt to remain closed
While this inner chaos tries to take over
And these twisted thoughts grab hold
I am no longer my own oppressor
I've transformed into my best nightmare
And also my very own worst enemy
Because the light
To Deprive And BestowTo Deprive And Bestow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left brashly with a clouded mind
ripped and tore us both apart
but there was one thing you left behind
you forgot to take your heart
Documentary - The CactapusDocumentary - The Cactapus8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Cactapus is a strange and rare animal that can't be found in a desert. Until of course it has sprung up from behind you and it has wrapped its cactus-like, spiney eight tentacles around your face; stabs you repeatedly and sucks your eyes from its sockets. It's a little known fact that the Cactapus is a fairly innocent creature and doesn't have a sadistic bone in its body, though in all respect it seems that way. The fact is Cactapi don't have bones, but secondly the truth about Cactapi is as follows. Cactapi are a solitary animal that spends its lifetime aimlessly wandering through the deserts of the globe. Of course Cactapi unlike the deserts' great cats or eagles, don't wish to be unaccompanied; No, in fact quite the opposite. The Cactapus is constantly yearning for love. So much so, that whenever a Cactapus even so much as gets a glimpse of something moving on the horizon, it can't help but run up to it from behind, jump up on its head and cover it's eyes with tentacles as if to
EchilibruIncerc sa-mi gasesc echilibrul singura… dar cred ca am fost proiectata gresit.. partea stanga este mult mai grea decat partea dreapta (oare atarna chiar atat de greu inima?) asa ca stau inclinata.. mult prea inclinata. Sunt mereu pe punctul de a cadea. Macar de-as cadea odata! As fi jos, m-as odihni, acolo, la pamant, as uita de lume, m-as lasa calcata in picioare si m-as refugia in mintea mea… as visa ca sunt iubita, si mi-ar fi bine. M-as putea preface frumos. Dar nu cad. Instinctul asta nenorocit de conservare ma tine mereu in picioare.. pe punctul de a cadea. Ma forteaza sa traiesc cu frica de a ajunge pe fundul prapastiei. Ma impiedica sa privesc inspre soare… caci stiu ca de as privi in sus as cadea cu siguranta. Si instinctul de conservare imi spune ca nu am voie sa cad. Asa ca privesc in jos. Mereu in jos. Vad doar fundul prapastiei … si am in permanenta certitudinea ca locul meu e de fapt acolo.. la pamant.. sub pamant… ca aici, pe margine, sunt doar din pricina cuiva care vreEchilibru8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Perceptions of SelfLove the night, where shadows hidePerceptions of Self5 years ago in Open More Like This
The grim imperfections of day,
Where darkness tricks the careless eye
Beneath the endless shade.
Are we all not perfect there?
Are we not all fit?
To greet the sun that grants the day,
As worthily as it?
And yet, when sunlight does come-
Lo! What does it see?
But simple creatures of mortal blood,
Each flawed visibly!
And then we pray for darkness,
And then we hide our face...
We who were of ourselves content,
Before the dawn of day!
untitled part threeuntitled part three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be d
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+