Asexy PrideWhen I, amused, reveal the truth they simply shake their heads (oh, so knowingly! so sure!) and give the age old answers. Just wait, say they, it'll come in time. You're young yet, you're still a kid! Just wait and see, you'll change your mind. One day you'll find The (dreaded!) One and then you'll understand.Asexy Pride6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
They say I'll 'understand', as if at the moment the concepts of lust and desire are beyond my childish brain; as if I do not realize what lingering gaze might bring two (or more? hah!) together, what kinship might make hearts race and passions flame. Is this such a complicated phenomenon, the act of falling in and out of love, in and out of bed (in and out of each other)?
If this is what they think of my decision (or destiny, fate, proclivity, orientation?) then they've misjudged by far. They must not realize we all take ninth grade health, sit through the awkward week of embarrassing diagrams and snickered innuendos. They must
Writing Tutorial - DialogueWhile some authors may talk about how their writing is all talent and a gift from The Powers That Be, the truth is anyone can do a great deal to improve their writing. One effective way is through working on your dialogue.Writing Tutorial - Dialogue5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Fan fiction can be particularly bad about this, but God-awful dialogue can be found just about anywhere, from popular books to comics to television. Bad dialogue often happens when people lose sight of reality and get hung up in the information or message theyre trying to get their character to communicate. Good dialogue is a natural reflection of the characters and the world, is easy on the ears/eyes and moves the plot forward in one way or another.
Tips for Improving Your Dialogue:
Yep, just listen. Next time youre on a bus or waiting at a restaurant, take a moment and listen to the conversations around you. Listen to the rhythm, the accents, the grammar people use in daily life. Good dialogue sounds natural. Bad dialog do
page 10it's coldpage 104 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my saliva
to prevent me
from spitting icsicles
out the window;
is in the passenger seat
at the car-
like an alternate-
speaking to me
until we past a man (dead
or just shy
to the side-
by his own
(and she finally
of shopping bags
like the petrified
muscle tissue of aparitions
searching for fame
or a place
in the highest branches
of the naked birches
that only flaunted
For He...You can't judge a book by its cover.For He...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For one with a flashy cover may have a weak story to tell.
However one that is only one color may have a story that entices you.
I know a boy who does not have a flashy cover.
So people don't get to know him or hear his story.
But I got to know him and his story.
He was able to tame my wild lion heart with his clever words.
And he made me realize a grave folly that I own.
He showed me what you are like when you don't have this impediment.
For he, unlike myself, doesn't wake up hoping to look good for the upcoming day.
He doesn't worry if his outfit and hair are worthy for the judgmental packs that roam our school halls.
He just lets himself be himself and doesn't give into the pressure that enslaves the weaker minds.
For he, unlike myself, doesn't try to show off his strength in order to move up in rankings.
He doesn't try to crush people with his mastery over literature, or with the brawn of the actual body.
He lets those people bludgeon themselves
Like a MinuteI liveLike a Minute3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a minute, there
in the midst
of it all, but only
on guard, and only
as a small
who with time
will be hard to find
or even recall.
Seven Deadly SinsLustSeven Deadly Sins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What else can make humans act like such fools?
What can bring the strongest and brightest to their knees?
This feeling embedded in all of us.
A feeling that drives us through our school years and further.
Something that binds people together.
And more often tears them apart.
And yet we run around because of it time after time.
Why does this happen when it is so frowned upon?
Even after organization after organization is created to stop it.
We harass people who show it.
We pity people who don't even have the chance to dream about it.
How are people able to indulge themselves this much?
Are they too preoccupied with their material things that they lose their morals?
What about a surplus of items changes people?
This drives all people to their demise.
It is part of every young person's dream to make it big someday.
This leads to a lot of decisions that people regret.
Some go so far to give themselves away.
Gay MarriageGay Marriage9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Why is it that "faggot" and "queer" and "homo" have all become insults. Some people (most guys I know) get so angry when I jokingly call them gay that they won't even talk to me for days. This is ridiculous and disrespectful. Do you think the gay community goes around to their friends saying, "Dude, you're such a hetero. Get away from me" nope, they don't.
We had this very brief discussion during civics last year. Mr. Jordan says, "We aren't going to debate gay marriage
Veronica, "Well, why not?!"
Jordan, "Because anyone against it can't get passed the argument of that they just think homosexuality is wrong"
Veronica, "That's because that is the only argument they have against it. There is no real argument."
Jordan, "I said we aren't debating it."
Veronica, "No, but we can debate abortion and the death penalty, gun control and some stupid law in some retarded state that won't let some kid get photographed in the year book with a rifle. Clearly that case has some intellectual impact. Te
Apricus FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!Apricus4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The shrill sound of the morning alarm rang through the mines, echoing off the various tunnel walls. In an instant hundreds of workers clad in tank tops and baggy pants filed in through several huge doorways, grumbling about work and chatting with friends and neighbors. Each one picked up a shovel from one of ten huge barrels and, groaning and sighing about their current job position, began to dig.
A girl no older than 17 entered into the immense, dirt-filled room and started toward the nearest barrel of shovels. She was tall and lanky, with scrawny arms and legs and a long face. Her hazel-colored hair, which hung loosely down her back, was caked with grime and grut, as she had collaps
Damsel in DistressYou waitDamsel in Distress4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your dark and lonely cell,
hands bound behind your back,
voice blocked by the stifling gag.
You scan your patronizing prison,
the luxurious bed and drapes
fit for the wealthiest queen,
the plush chair to which you've been tied
purposed to offer the illusion of comfort.
But the drapes are shut, the candles snuffed.
There is nothing but darkness and solitude,
and the sting of ropes chafing your delicate skin.
You don't want to,
but the writer forces you,
holding you firmly in place
by the power of the pen
that scrawls across the paper,
painting words with neat, black letters
that pin you down
like a second layer of shackles.
because the writer tells you
that your knight in shining armor is on his way,
galloping astride a glistening white horse,
crossing the vast reaches of the kingdom
just to find you, just to save you.
He will swim through moats and scale walls,
cut down anything that stands in his path,
and slay your captor in your honor.
Tutorial para poner los iconos en los creditos¡Hola!Tutorial para poner los iconos en los creditos2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hoy vamos a responder una de las dudas más frecuentes entre las personas que comienzan a usar Deviantart: cómo dar créditos o citar a un usuario por su avatar de cuenta. Ya sea porque es práctico o se ve más bonito, poner el avatar resulta cómodo y atractivo.
Una cosa que deben saber sobre los íconos es que se ven en:
-Comentarios del Autor (al pie de los dibujos o escritos)
-Comentarios en general
En este tutorial sencillo les enseñaremos la fórmula que se utiliza para poner los íconos y les presentaremos la lista de créditos de los Personajes Frecuentes de Latin Hetalia:
La fórmula para poner los íconos es la siguiente:
: + icon + nombreuser + :
Es la misma fórmula para los grupos.
: + icon + nombregrupo + :
Créditos Personajes Frecuentes de Latin Hetalia
AriesAries7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Symbol: the Ram
Ruling Planet: Mars
Ruling House: First House
Body Parts: head, face
Date with destiny: Leo, Sagittarius
Run for the hills: Cancer, Capricorn
Where you glow: pulling the strings
What makes you tick: excitement
Fitness forecast: tae kwon do
Play date: rock climbing
Perfect jobs: firefighter, aerobics instructor
Best accessory: hats
A sure thing: wearing red
Destination: Carneval in Rio
Pleasure: action, new beginnings, assertion
Pain: follow-up, sharing, losing
Kindness: Your courage to help and inspire others even when it's inconvenient or risky sets you apart.
What's my line? Get out of my way!
Complejidad"-Eres complejo-Complejidad3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Mucho, hasta a mi me confundo, pero, que aburrido ser simple ¿no crees?
La gente simple aburre, se vuelve predecible y difícilmente te puede enseñar algo nuevo.
En la complejidad se haya la variedad y la riqueza de la personalidad. Es ese fuego interior lleno de matices que le da verdadera vida a la persona, pues "el universo entero es una orquesta del infinito que convive en violenta armonía y en su totalidad es una perfección pura conformada de imperfecciones", toda esa riqueza y complejidad es lo que lo hace perfecto, aunque los individuos que lo conforman realmente no lo sean.
La gente que tiene una llama monocromática termina siendo simplemente un medio para los fines de la naturaleza, ya sea por medio de otra persona, no son fines, si no medios.-"
Fluttershy Character ReviewReviewing the character of Fluttershy is certainly no easy task. After all, she's arguably the most-loved character within the show and the certified fan-favourite for many, so much so that criticising her character would lead to a lot of dissent amongst the masses. Indeed, finding something mean to say about Fluttershy would be reductive and not terribly necessary, as anyone who has watched "Friendship is Magic" for more than ten minutes knows how adorably sweet she is. And, in a show that actively promotes friendship, kindness and positivity, it would be counter-productive to insult Fluttershy, when she is the greatest embodiment of everything that the show represents.Fluttershy Character Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
But what is it about Fluttershy that makes her so appealing to many? It could be her graceful appearance: a subtle and soft yellow with the trademark long, pink tail and mane which serves as a protective barrier that she can frequently hide behind. After all, that namesake, Fluttershy, is not without merit, for her shy
Tavros, Tavros (Bicycle Built for Two)TaVrOs, TaVrOs,Tavros, Tavros (Bicycle Built for Two)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
GiVe Me YoUr AnSwEr Do!
I'm HaLf CrAzY,
aLl FoR tHe LoVe Of YoU!
iT wOn'T bE a StYlIsH mArRiAgE,
i CaN't AfFoRd A cArRiAgE
bUt YoU'lL lOoK sWeEt UpOn ThE sEaT
oF a BiCyClE bUiLt FoR tWo.
hERE IS YOUR ANSWER TRUE!
i'M NOT CRAZY ALL FOR THE LIKES OF YOU.
iF YOU CAN'T AFFORD A CARRIAGE,
tHEN THERE WON'T BE ANY MARRIAGE.
aND I'LL BE DAMNED, iF I'LL BE CRAMMED
oN A BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO!
Autumn: Not FinishedYou're like a warm Autumn sunAutumn: Not Finished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That over looks the horizon
Watching all of those lonely people.
Strikingly, you embrace the shadows
As (a) Murder of crows claims your light as their own.
The Ecstasy of the dawn brings roses to a withering grave
Because they cannot handle the emotion that they once had
Dull now, to old sensations, they begin to hide from the world
They bore new scars to those who dare to touch them, as only their thorns remain.
I wade through the flooded field of Rye
Sinking with every step I find it fit to take.
With this new found passion I will Triumph
for, my dear, you do not even know of the true beauty you hold.
With your blood in my Veins I await your return.
Over time, the light you once gave will be replaced with the dim glow of twilight
because your sun is setting
Your shadow becoming absent as all is enveloped in the shroud of this dark satin.
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
WORLD OF DREAMS Behind the stars lies the souls of those who drank the blood of the earth.WORLD OF DREAMS4 years ago in Open More Like This
They are the ones who believed they were greater than the flesh and bones of the beast they embodied.
They were the ones who dreamed great dreams .
They were the ones who built great monuments and towers of sand and stone, that scraped the skies.
They believed they could fly beyond the heavens but their bodies would burn.
Back to the earth their ashes returned.
She prays for the dead , she weeps for the living.
She is the prisoner of the dreams,
of those who were turned into stone.
Now , the towers all have crumbled, their monuments have become their tombs.
They are sealed inside and covered by the sands.
It is a world where all great dreams have died.
The Disney-Princess ComplexThe Disney-Princess Complex8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Disney-Princess Complex
The other day my mother looked at me and sighed, "No one is ever going to be good enough for you, are they?" I protested and tried to defend myself but to no avail. My mother turned back to the meal she was cooking only to conclude, "I let you watch too many Disney movies when you were little." I pouted because let's face it, she was right. Here I was 18, outgoing, fairly attractive, easy enough to talk to and yet I've yet to have anything that could pass as a relationship beyond friends with someone of the male gender.
It is not to say that I have not had offers. In high school I was asked out plenty of times, that is until I seemed to acquire a reputation for turning guys down. I've gotten, perhaps more than my share of compliments on my looks (I'm sorry ma'am but could you lean a little to the left? Your ego is blocking my view) and heck, I've even had a handful of catcalls. (A vast majority of those from morbidly obese drunk men but we'll write th
Mother's worst: cht 2 Mary stroked her daughter's hair as she slept soundly next to her sister. She sighed as she gently sat down at the foot of the hospital bed, being careful not to wake them. She watched Amelia's chest rise and fall. Out of curiosity Mary put her hand near Isabel's nose to see if she could still breath. She could feel a soft jet of warm air blowing on her hand each time her daughter exhaled. She looked at the bandages wrapped around their necks.Mother's worst: cht 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mrs. Jones?" A doctor whispered from the doorway. He made a subtle gesture for her to meet with him out in the hallway. After taking a quick glance at her daughters she carefully got up and walked out of the room. The lights shined off of her blonde hair as she looked around uncomfortably.
"How are they doing?" He asked her in a soft voice.
"As far as I can tell t
When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cast
dark shapes of water
to nourish the gardens springing forth
from the dirt's wrist like a eulogy for lost sky.
Morning doves sing because they see what we cannot:
the years between us laid out like miles and our feet
that never mark the reddened earth and
the passion-trees birthing flowers of such cold, untamed souls.
We are walking in the wombs of