Amber Pools - the whole storyAmber Pools - the whole story11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Prelude: Dream of Me
I'm not sure how I ended up in front of the church, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. I stood at the foot of the stone steps in a deep blue fitted gown. Blue? What happened to black? Well guessed I must not be there for a funeral... With blue flowers in my hair and a white rose in my hand, I wandered through the large wooden doors, hoping I looked like I belonged. I'm not sure why the sudden impulse to go there, I just knew that I had to.
No one seemed to notice me as I made my way through the church halls. I walked easily, letting my feet guide me as if I had been there many times before. I came to a chapel decorated with pink delicate roses. How nauseating. I slipped into the back pew and placed my rose beside me. Things were making little sense. I looked around me, not recognizing anyone. Why was I in a church at a wedding?
Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
The World, UnknownWhen the desert raiders stormed the city's church they did not burn the Bibles, theological texts, or illuminated manuscripts. Instead they burned the maps.The World, Unknown7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Your maps, they said, are the feeble representations of shadows. They are veils behind which nothing lies, for the physical world, like the metaphysical, is ever-shifting and torrential.
For the priests, witnesses reported, it could not have been worse. They fell and moaned.
Throughout that year strange earthquakes troubled the deserts of New Mexico. A traveler passing through the region noted, "It seemed that every morning the Earth would groan and shift beneath our feet, as if tired and weary, as if our steps disturbed its slumber. The studied men spoke of the fall of Atlas . . . Our charts did not hold up. Landmarks rose and fell, were swallowed up by some intangible whim. It is miraculous that we escaped the borders of the State at all."
Not without correlation, an amateur astronomer noticed heavenly phenomena in the same reg
pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think Im just a mess of badly drawn lines. Im just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.pretty boys break hearts.7 years ago in Teen More Like This
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I cant see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
why do you love me?
you make me happy.
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back with my fingertips? was it the filth on my knees or the way I named every bowing flower in my garden? maybe it was the way I sewed the stars to the navy sky and told him in a little, little voice-that I loved him.
either way he made my heart skip beats and bumps and bangs and he made me feel beautiful, a little
Another DayTitle: Another DayAnother Day8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word count: 502
Ne, Ulquiorra? Orihime asked, not bothering to turn to her guard. He made a non-committal noise, which she took as her cue to continue. What day is it today? Ive been here for so long, Ive lost track of time.
Does it matter? he replied, staring at her with slight curiosity and annoyance. Time in Hueco Mundo passes differently than it does in your world.
She let out a little sigh, closing her eyes softly while fidgeting uncomfortably. Her eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, although he knew it meant that she was close to tears. A twinge of guilt passed through him, making feel a discomfort that he had not known since well, ever. What harm could telling her what day it was bring, after all?
Its the 14th of February, Ulquiorra relented.
Orihime opened her eyes in surprise, exclaiming excite
Captain Falcon FactsCaptain Falcon Facts:Captain Falcon Facts7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Captain Falcon can stop the Void from destroying all worlds with only one Pure Heart.
Tingle is so weird because Captain Falcon used the Falcon Punch on him a little hard - as a warning to anyone who dares anger Captain Falcon.
Captain Falcon is actually faster than Sonic, but didn't want to make him feel bad.
Captain Falcon doesn't need the Blue Falcon to win races, but winning them on foot is just too easy.
Captain Falcon CAN grasp the true form of Giygas' attack.
Ganondorf is a clone of Captain Falcon in Smash Bros. because the Triforce of Power grants Ganondorf ultimate power - which is Captain Falcon's power.
Captain Falcon is low tier because Sakurai didn't want him to go too hard on the other fighters.
Captain Falcon always uses the Random button in Brawl, he doesn't need a certain character to win.
Captain Falcon doesn't have the game decide what Pokemon he'll be in Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - He CHOOSES what Pokemon he's going to be.
Captain Falcon wears a
Time.Time is funny. Not a funny "haha", mind you. But, it is a funny "I hate you".Time.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Time works for no man, woman, or child. Time hates everyone. Period.
When you need to go back and fix something, time always speeds up everything around you.
When you're waiting for something in the future, it seems to crawl at a pace so painfully slow you can die.
And when time is perfectly the way you want it, you have déjà vu.
When you are a baby or infant, you have more time than you need.
As a child you have all the time in the world and can't wait for when you're older.
When you're older you gain nostalgic feelings for the time when you were a child and you ask yourself often "Where has the time gone?"
As you are old and in the final stages of your life, you seem to find that you don't have that infantile free time to do what you wanted to do before the time inevitable runs out.
(Ironically, I experienced déjà vu during the typing of that last line.)
Period. Everyone hates time. Chil
Sir Cricket's PortraitSir Cricket's Portrait7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
On a very rainy day, in a very rainy city... Sir Cricket von Marionette decided to have his portrait taken. You see, Sir Cricket had a ladyfriend whom he bestowed the utmost admiration upon. One could even say he prized her esteemed company beyond all other crickets in that drizzly town. Perhaps even in the entire land, though Sir Cricket von Marionette was not one to go galavanting too far beyond the streets of his beloved home.
At any rate... this ladyfriend, Penelope Chirpington, had mentioned in passing that she would quite like to look upon the personage - or rather, the buggage - of Sir Cricket when time and circumstances were not favorable to their being together. In other words, she longed for a certain portrait, to keep on a certain table, which sat in a certain room that served as a place to pass the time, when not in a certain charming man-bug's company.
Sir Cricket had a fervent desire to make this wish of Lady Chirpington's come true. And yet, where among the cobbles of th
Depression isDepression is an ocean,Depression is13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unpredictable and unwavering.
Its depths are deep.
Its Highs are shallow.
Depression is the sky,
amazing and determined.
Its depths reach our soul.
Its highs touch the heavens.
Depression is the sun,
Mysterious and huge.
Its depths are unimaginable.
Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.
Depression is...me...is it you?
Story for a penny in a canStory for a penny in a can7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sitting on a single line. No surprise power went out in our neighborhood every couple months. Never seen a fried bird though.
Between black cats, cracked glass, flickering lights at home, the city calling the dump 'historical', and the birds watching, it was kinda weird no one had this idea before. Group of kids see a big old ratty creepy house, f
A Literature QuestionQ: I dread writing a report for my Early British Literature class. Is there a piece I can focus on that will satisfy my professor while still keeping me amused with crude humor?A Literature Question7 years ago in Humor More Like This
A: You've come to the right place, friend.
In terms of mixing historical relevance, academic consideration and outright potty humor, one certainly can not go wrong with The Censure of the Parliament Fart, a 1607 masterpiece that has been attributed to a number of authors including John Hoskyns, Richard Martin, Edward Jones and Christopher Brooke.
The poem stems from a March 4, 1607 meeting of the Commons in which one Henry Ludlow let loose with a quite audible rip during the reading of a message from the Lords. The fart had the effect of breaking the political hall down into a room of snickering schoolboys, leaving the messenger quite flummoxed.
Like all great moments in history, this was recorded in a poetic form that wafted throughout the populace. Some changes were made over the years, but a soun
the science of silence.your arms form a barrier, blocking out all sound,the science of silence.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
there is nothing but you.
you are the only thing that
can make a buzzing fan
sound like a butterfly;
a creaking house
like a lullaby.
moaning wind and soft footsteps,
tickings of clocks, downstairs.
but you made it feel like a soft cocoon;
a weightless wall of something golden:
"silence is good in its absolution,"
If I Were A LineIf I were a lineIf I Were A Line8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think Id be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
Id sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
Id be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
Id have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
Id be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
Id lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
made oh-so dramatic,
my thoughts all sporadic.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a colour.
But I am a human,
so pale and flawed,
and easily bored,
(wishing I was adored).
I twist and bend
(these hinges, you see?);
my shape is no other
than the one I can be;
My colour, it changes
because I am a human:
a human thats me.
Indie, juegos- placerIndie, juegos- placer7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Indie, cuando hacer juegos es un placer
Bien, les prometí éste tema, así que ahí va. Atención: todo el contenido (bueno, no el 100%, por ahí no mas el 80% ) es opinión mía, no hay mucha información al respecto por ahí.
Hace algunos años, cuando la computación permite que las personas hagan lo que puedan con increíble programación, algunas de ellas deciden que pueden hacer juegos y entretener a la gente. Todo esto se une a la apertura de Internet, ahora el que quiere puede subir lo que quiera a la red sin muchas complicaciones. Ahí es cuando nacen los juegos independientes, juegos que no son creados por una empresa que se dedica a hacer eso, sino por personas que lo tomaron por hobbie.
No hace falta buscar mucho por ahí en la red para encontrar algún juego indie, pero seguramente es alguno muy malo. A pesar de esto, y si uno realmente pone toda la intención, se encuentran verdaderas jo
How To WriteAbstract: an analytical approach to plotting and writing fiction upwards of 1,000 wordsHow To Write11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Acknowledgements: the potentially amazing Rachel (IfrozenspiritI) served as guinea pig to this; go and tell her to finish the product of that experiment, because you'll love it. Chris Widdison (tearstone) approached me indecently with the idea of writing a longer essay (which will still happen, and be a lot more purdy than this here thing), which would incorporate this essay in another form, amongst others. He doesn't need to read any of this, because he already knows it all.
Target audience: young, inexperienced writers, especially those that find themselves pulling off vignettes and other super-short forms with an ease, while chronically unable to produce anything with more than a handful of scenes and more than 1,000 words.
Part 1: The Premise takes a look at the basic idea behind a piece
Part 2: The Story fills in some of those blanks and gives u
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
Guide to the AneemeiHello. Today we'll be going into the depths of the jungle in search of an exotic and incredibly wild beast in its natural habitat. It is a very curious creature indeed, sometimes it takes great care to make itself the most noticeable thing in plain sight, other times it hides amongst us, camoflaging itself as "one of us." That is, until it is properly baited and/or the creature assumes it is only in the presence of other members of its species, in which it will then throw caution to the wind and commence returning to its true nature.Guide to the Aneemei5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That of the aneemeifayun.
In general, the aneemeifayun species is largely capable of human speech. However, it functions more like a 'second' language than anything else, only to be used when absolutely necessary. And even then, it is often sprinkled with an assortment of oddities from their first along with being somewhat broken and incomplete.
Some examples would include:
"omg disis sokawaii," possibly meaning, "This shit in front of me is fucking adorab
Dream Hagdeath is not a hag,Dream Hag6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but rather a courtesan
she seduces fate
My Best Friend(maryjane)My Best Friend(maryjane)12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have a friend
she takes away
my worries and pain
whenever I need her
she's there for me
a friend should be
I have a friend
she helps me forget
that i'm insane
is the shit
the only friend
that i can hit
until the end
How To Write A StoryHOW TO WRITEHow To Write A Story7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
The following contains "bad language" for emphasis. I do not endorse the use of such language, yet I use it anyway because that's how I roll and it can add good emphasis to the points I bring up. If you don't like it, I pity you.
Becoming an Author
If you're looking for a step-by-step "How to Write the Next Bestseller", you're barking up an imaginary tree, so if I were you I'd desist from that before people stop and point at the delirious little chihuahua. Thing about writing is...
There's no secret.
(dun dun DUUUUN)
That's right. Those of you worrying about finding the Fountain of Perfect Authoring are chasing mirages in the desert of reality. There isn't really any Rosetta Stone of how to write a great story. Don't walk away in dejection just yet, however. There's no secret temple with the Pen of Shakespeare, but there a
The Carpool LaneRing, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring. Bang. Crash!The Carpool Lane8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Joey's hand hit the alarm clock with enough force to send it to the floor just before he rolled over and fell back asleep.
"JOEY! Get your ass outa bed!" Joey's girlfriend was anything but subtle.
Joey didn't move.
"JOEY! You better get movin'. You're LATE!" she said poking her head into the bedroom.
"Oh, Shit! Are you serious? What time is it?" Joey stumbled out of bed and grabbed a shirt from the hamper. "This will have to do," he muttered to himself. Then, yelling down the hall, "What time is it?"
"Seven thirty five. You better get movin'. If you're late again Fielder is gonna fire you."
"Damn, woman! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he yelled in panic.
He didn't need to see her eyes to know that they were rolling. Joey threw on his shirt and grabbed his keys as he headed toward the door.
"Aren't you gonna take a shower?" she questioned, looking him up and down.
"I don't have time!