Angelo Sotira, InterviewedAngelo Sotira, Interviewed10 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A brief history of deviantART
Angelo Sotira helped pioneer deviantART after the internet's "boom days" with Scott Jarkoff and Matt Stephens. Scott ensured that deviantART functioned code-wise and community-wise, Matt focused on making sure that the world knew about what promise deviantART offered to aspiring artists, and Angelo covered the legal and some techinical bases, including directing the business concerns of deviantART as a company.
As with any venture, there were the "usual" hiccups, though it's debatable whether anything about deviantART or how it came about can be considered "usual". The founders and the site weathered the storms that hit, and because of the initial and continued dedication of Scott and Angelo, along with the rest of the core developers and volunteer staff, deviantART continues to function, evolving continually to meet the demands of artists, exponential increases in deviations (and consequently necessary space) and operating costs, along with dozens
They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a million suns converted into raw energy all at once. While it was rumored once that the flash was our doing, our own horrid creation, we all know better now. It was the Maker who brought it forth from the void and cast it onto the earth's crust, as though shot from an immense sling, taking only those who were brave enough to trust in Him. We, who live in t
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
Elphabas Fish 3 -- BlackElphabas Fish 3 -- Black12 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
My feet move on the snowy sidewalk, each one so heavy that
making the next step seems impossible every time. Breathing
takes effort, as the weight of thoughts and emotions sits on my
shoulders like a pair of murderous angel's clawed feet. How can
my chest expand to take in air? How can my feet lift from the
ground in any direction, when no destination convinces my soul it
is better than the last?
I've walked towards the manor forever. Thoughts? There
were some at first, but after a while even they flattened under
the burden of my desolation. The manor, bearing a striking
resemblance to Jack Nicholson's in "The Witches of Eastwick", has
danced at the end of this endless sidewalk since I started
towards it. At times, I doubted I could ever reach it, but
eventually my feet touch the stairs leading to the door. I
knock, and for the first time it occurs to me that there might be
The butler, a man who resembles Lurch (without the quirky
clothes or made
Snipe Hunting Chapter 2Chapter #2Snipe Hunting Chapter 27 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Struggling to walk through the tangle of roots and leaves, we followed my dad through the woods. Tripping and stumbling we still managed to somehow continue banging the sticks together and scream as loud as possible, propelled foreward by the thought of seeing one of the mysterious snipes.
I turned towards Misty and whispered tentively, "Do you really think that we'll see one? I think he might be lying..."
She snorted,"Yeah, he's probably making this up."
"Should we stop?"
"Naw, let's go along with it."
and with that we stumbled off after the mad procession, unsure of what we would see that night...