La nouvelle petite sireneIl était une fois, une petite sirène. Cette sirène nétait pas si différente dune jeune humaine, dans le sens où, comme toutes les jeunes filles de son âge, elle rêvait du grand amour.La nouvelle petite sirene7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aussi, passait-elle de longues journées à imaginer à quoi il pouvait ressembler,
cette oisiveté favorisée par le peu dactivités quoffrait le bras de mer où elle vivait.
Un jour, un groupe damies vint la chercher afin de faire une incursion à la surface. Elle nhésita pas une seconde pour accepter. Cela serait sa première expédition dans le monde des humains ! Elle en était tout excitée. Il nétait en rien interdit aux sirènes de se rendre à la surface. Bien au contraire. Mais il y avait bien longtemps par ici que personne ny était allé. Même la surface ne présentait plus grand intérêt par ici ! Malgré tout,
The PastThe past is behindThe Past7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But I still feel the ripples
Disrupting my flow.
Full MoonPale light brightens the beaten pathFull Moon7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Taken so many times in the past
Where one set of paws crush the leaves
Marking this land his territory, his home
Now the monthly run has come
Wolf is jumping out of the skin
A suit made of flesh and human bone
Wolf is ready to run on this full moon night
It always starts with a subtle itch
But leads to a burn, a passion of fire
Bright enough to melt and reshape
The bones and humanity of his form
Claws sprout from rounded fingernails
Ears stretch and perk straight up
As a long and profound muzzle appears
Slowly being covered in light brown fur
A groan of pain slips from his lupine formed maw
As his transformation makes its completion
Yellow amber eyes, a black leather nose
A bushy brown tail and hard padded paws
Again he was whole, wild, ready to be free
catching upI'm spent andcatching up7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting. broke and bleeding.
within my memories,
your hands are
I can't forget
what time forgot.
251 Lessons from 11th Doctor1. Praying to Santa can result in an unexpected Time Lord appearance.251 Lessons from 11th Doctor5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2. If a glowing police box lands in your garden, by all means investigate.
3. Apples are rubbish, yoghurt is just stuff with bits in, and beans are evil. Bad bad beans.
4. Fish Fingers and Custard are just what you need after a traumatic experience
5. Box falls out the sky, man falls out the box, man eats fish custard.
6. You know when grown-ups tell you everything is gonna be fine and you think they're lying to make you feel better? Everything is gonna be fine.
7. It's not a box, it's a time machine.
8. Cricket bat to the face can incapacitate a Time Lord.
9. The Doctor can cost you 12 years and 4 psychiatrists.
10. The Doctor is worse than everybody's aunt.
11. The end comes, as it was always going to, down the lens of a video camera.
12. Growing up? You never wanna do that.
13. Twenty minutes of belief can save the planet.
14. Nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver.
15. Watch Patrick Moore, he's a d
Biblical Families:Noah SONS OF NOAHBiblical Families:Noah7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Shem Name, Renown, Dusky
Ham Dark, Hot, Burning
Japheth Fair, Persuader, Enlarge
SONS OF SHEM
I'd Rather Be Loving(7/28/2011)I'd Rather Be Loving4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
If you had to choose, would you rather be good-looking or intelligent?
I thought about it for a moment, and my answer is this:
I'd rather be loving.
If someone was only admired for looking good, then what would that someone be without good-looks? Would that really make a person ugly? Looks fade, they are not forever. Can that someone be truly satisfied? After all, if good looks were all that people cared about, then that someone would not be truly cherished for anything else about them. Would anybody care about anything else about that someone if all they needed was good looks? Would there really be anything else left? If everyone was "good-looking", then it would have to meet everyone's standards. Yet we are so diverse and different from one-another, and not everyone will have the exact same standards. What then defines beauty? Beauty is a perception. What is left without "good looks"? What does
HeroHero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death the victor?
Blood running red
Pain without an end
Evil corrupts the world.
Thorns pushed deep
Tears spilling over
Lamb so innocent
Slain without sin.
Forgivness for all
Light into the dark
Beauty for the broken
Redemptioin for the disgraced.
Blood paying the price
Pain nonexistent in his presence
Stars and BarsStars and Bars11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Okay since I went to look at your page and realized your a newb with no info for me to derive an opinion of you, I will have to assume your an ignorant child, 12-16 tops. So using this as my base assumption I will also asume you know jack shit about the history of your own country and just like to pick a good fight now and again. I can respect that and hope you are prepared.
First of all the Civil war had NOTHING to do with fighting to keep or free slaves. The whole "The civil war was fought to free the slaves" angle was the birth of modern spin doctoring. The war was about economics, the north had factories the south had raw materials. When the south got tired of being raped for its raw materials among other political issues they decided to secede, a move the north could not afford. The Imancipation proclimation looks good on paper but was only issued to bring the British and French in on the norths side before they officially recognized the CSA which would have meant the south could
EndermanEnderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a miner just like everyone...a simple miner that wanted diamonds, a nice home, and a pet wolf to defend me...I had it all and I was so happy...of course I saw that more joined. I liked this and had friends other than the cows and pigs. I enjoyed this untill someone came...it was a new player and I expected to help them around and give them housing. the problem is they never spoke...and always were following me and watching me...I felt needed so I gave them shelter in my home but they never ate, nor did they mine, they just followed me. one day I finally convinced him to stay home and he did with a nod. I had went out to get more food when I came back to a dead dog, my dog. I saw him stare at me and I got angry and punched him. he shrugged it off when I said sorry and we went on with me giving a grave to my dog. soon we began to communicate and I found he liked a lot of things I did. he started mining with me and fighting slowly. day by day we fought creepers and skeletons tog
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
SonAmy ChristmasSonAmy Christmas4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
heres a script for sonamy christmas i made
Sonic: Hey Amy, what are you just standing there for?
Amy: Sonic, look above you!
Sonic: *looks above* what about it?
Amy: Sonic that's a mistletoe. haven't you heard about it?
Amy: when there's a mistletoe above a boy and a girl's head, their supposed to kiss.
Cream: come on guys! Kiss!
Everyone but sonic and amy: Kiss! Kiss Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Sonic: alright alright! just one thing I need to say to Amy first.
Amy: what's that Sonic?
Sonic: I... I... I Love you Amy.
Amy: *hugs sonic* Oh Sonic! I Love you too.
Sonic: okay okay.
Amy: sorry sonic. i'm just so happy.
Sonic: I know. and then there was two.
Sonic and amy then leaned in and shared their first kiss.
A girl that you can't seeStuck in a body which is not yours,A girl that you can't see5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No one sees how your soul roars,
Out of the pain this conflict arises,
The soul is close to fail at this crisis.
Why does the society,
Forbid a person to be happy?
Rather see this person die,
Instead of it being happy and fly?
Just because I don't fit?
Because I'm not a hit?
Because I'm not the "son" they want me to be?
I'm sorry, I just want to be free.
I'm sorry, I just want to be me.
I'm sorry, I'm a girl that you can't see.
What I mean by the term 'pet'Read authors' comments first.What I mean by the term 'pet'5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Pethood" (for lack of better therms) resemble many other types of relationships. Childhood, slavery and friendship are those pethood most resemble. It is very easy to mistake one an other. In order to fully understand my personal view of "pethood", making a clear distinction between each of those is needed.
This is by far the relationship most frequently called "pethood". They do share lot of similarities. Both slaves and pets are either captured or raised in captivity. Both may occasionally result from choice. Both are expected to be docile and obedient toward their master(s). A gentle masters may tolerate more or less "freewill", but orders are to be obeyed. Similarities start to fade here.
Slaves are definitively expected to provide some form of labor or services to his or her master(s). They are expected to do so without pay or any form of rewards. Punishment, however, will rain down cold and harsh on slaves who displea
The One True ShredderThe Cyber Shredder glared down at the turtles from a rooftop building.The One True Shredder5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Now you shall at last feel the wrath of the one true Shreddder!"
"HEY!" said a new voice.
"Huh?" from the rooftop next to his the Utron Shredder jumped down.
"Your not the one true Shredder!! I am the one true Shredder!"
If the Cyber Shredder could have rolled his eyes he surely would have done so.
"Oh please Slug Bitch, when you get right down to it I am basically you. So therefore it's not really a lie!"
"I don't care WHAT you say!! I am the one true Shredder!!"
"Come off it!! I'm the one true Shredder no matter what you say!! I look a Hell of a lot more badass than you do anyways!!"
"I AM THE ONE TRUE SHREDDER!!!"
"NO I AM THE ONE TRUE SHREDDER!!!"
Karai comes in wearing her own Shredder outfit. "Can I be the one true Shredder?"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM KARAI!!!" shouted the Shredders.
Karai sadly leaves the roof leaving the Shredders to argue.
"BOTH OF YOU ARE WRONG!!!
DNA Pandemonium: Chap1 Pt1DNA PandemoniumDNA Pandemonium: Chap1 Pt16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Instruction Guide 1: Collecting the Participants
Article 1: Raving Monkeys on an Airplane
Zackery Blane adjusted his aisle seat forward for the sleeping man behind him. He snored, but not loud enough to bother anyone around him. He seemed to grunt in minor pain every so often, so Zack thought giving him more leg room would make him feel more comfortable on the plane ride. Seagull Coastal Airlines didn't really have the best seats or service. The seats had fluff hanging out and parts of the ceiling were peeling off. After examining the ripped carpet on the floor Zackery took his spiral notebook out from his zipper binder. There was an assortment of flyers and pamphlets of Florida and Africa. "I really hope Charles is doing alright in the cargo hold," Zackery sighed. He began drawing Charles the chimpanzee and him jumping off the plane with a parachute.
There were so
FelinityThe dream started in the way that dreams start; in that way you can just tell that this is the end of the last dream and the beginning of the next. I was seated at a table with several of my less-close male friends. They were being unusually cruel, which is not to say that cruelty is not characteristic of them, but that today they were acting unusually so.Felinity7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My friend- nay- acquaintance, was acting as the ringleader, his lazy eyes flashing disgust at me, and his curly brown hair bouncing as he cut insults into me. He sat directly opposite of me, yet I can say with some surety that he was not aware when I turned right- towards the window not far from me- and stared out at what was in the same instant the moon and the sunrise. I wished to myself that the fellow could mature, for in the moments that he was kind, he was very kind.
As I drew in a breath and turned back towards the table, I heard the scraping of a chair against the floor. My friend/acquaintance hopped down in a fluid, athletic
Canine, And You Are?Here I am again, sitting in a bright room, with a dark mind, and no self-control. I do not belong here. I am Wolf, and they are trying to corner me again. I want to fight back, I am so afraid. But I dare not, for I am small, and they have fixed their Leash of Society on me. I fear it as much as any material leash.Canine, And You Are?8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The elder woman turns her eye on me once more. My ears pin back in fear, and I barely hear what she has to say. I weave a lie quickly and gulp down the urge to whimper.
I have them riveted, with my miracle recovery and my charming speech. But inside I am so afraid, so afraid. I am an Omega, a scapegoat. Scum.
Yet still I am inclined to bite her when she growls in that fake, mother-to-pup voice. I can taste the disdain in it, it's so blatant. She doesn't want to ask me how I've been, she wants to snarl at me, push me to the ground and make me submit. Deep down.
And deep down, I hate her. No.... I don't hate her. I am afraid of her, as I am afraid of everyone. No.... Not everyo
Robo-Finalization Pt V subIIRobo-Finalization Pt V sub IIRobo-Finalization Pt V subII8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So, all I gotta do is bust these columns right NICOLE?
Word up Sonic
Yeah, tone it down a little NICOLE
Sonic looked out over the edge of the machine, Bunnie slid down the side leaving a tidal wave of sparks behind her before jumping expertly with the unconscious Sally in her arms, landing on a tree top below. Sonic watched in awe as the tree shot her upwards and to another, leading her to a successful series of hops from tree to tree until she was out of the hedgehogs vision.
Wow Bunnie, thats one sweet ride Sonic said, holding his hand over his brow, straining to see her in the distance. From behind however, he heard a low toned groan, it echoed slightly, seeming as though it would boom if it were just a little louder.
Its hopeless hedgehog Turning around, Sonic saw Robotnik standing behind him. Even if you do defeat my Robo-Finalization, which you won
Captain Jas. Hook, by himself Its not my real name, of course, not all of it. Even in this place where anything is possible, it would be too much of a coincidence for a man called Hook to start wearing one after losing his hand to a crocodile. I chose the name and the hook because I had already decided to become a pirate and they seemed to fit.Captain Jas. Hook, by himself8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the only course I could take, piracy, to ensure my freedom. That must sound odd on a island where you can make anything happen just by imagining it, but its true. As a pirate I could escape to the open seas for months at a time, bound by no other law than my own will. Ive known moments of pure ecstasy, the utter abandon of running at full sail before a strong wind, no land in sight, surrounded by the waves and completely at the mercy of the cruel, beautiful sea. At those times I loved this terrible place, and understood why I could never go back.
RedeadI lived once. When, I do not know, I only know that I lived. I may have been a benevolent person, one who had compassion on anyone in need and sought to help them however I could, or I may have been malevolent, putting people in need because of my own pride and greed, spitting on the beggars rather than giving them a meal. I have no way of knowing for sure which of these I was, but I suspect the latter solely because of what I am now. I cannot believe that any truly benevolent being would become what I have. It would be the cruelest act of this world if it were so. To reward one who sought only to care for others in this way…nothing with any part of a heart could stand to do it. I could stand it now. What heart have I to care?Redead9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What happened at the end of my life, I know more about, but still know very little. I can vaguely recall dying, and getting lost. It seems I could not find my way to somewhere, and thus I remained trapped. I was not alive, but I was no longer fully dead. I merely
The Scissorman (Fan Fic)In a hospital, December 25 1984The Scissorman (Fan Fic)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the big day. There was no doubt about that fact. Mary Barrows waited patiently in the waiting room to get a glimpse of her baby in the nursery. Finally, when it was her turn, she got up quickly and raced for the nursery. But before she could walk in to see her new baby, the nurse, responsible for the delivery of the infant, approached Mary.
“There is something wrong with your child” she said fearfully. “It appears he has some sort of condition. His face looks deformed… His eyes______
“I don’t care about this nonsense!!!!!” Mary responded angrily. “I want to see my child!! It doesn’t matter what he looks like!! Now, where is he?!?!”
The nurse hurriedly pointed to one of the cribs. The number 666 was scrawled on the side of the crib. Mary reached inside to grab the covered infant. “My little bundle of joy” She whispered, pulling the blanket gently off the baby’s head.
The Romantic UprisingRomance seizes the unexpectedThe Romantic Uprising1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drawing silhouettes to its curvy whim
We all concede to its glimmering inferno
In high spirits
Powerless yet certain
We all crumble
In sweet saturation
In blind satisfaction
Devoid of a stern morrow
Take up your brides
Or still platonic lovers
Savor the contours
That sustain your peace
Undeterred by skeptics
And long spoiled decrees
May the “obscene” collapse
Preserved by their primal triumph
Nestled with the company
Their urges silently crave
Now defiantly blare
Brazen and unashamed
In their shrill overture
Of open revolt
Profane and magnificent
Sonic Youth: Episode 0: PrologueIt was the year 482 A.X. on the planet Mobius when it all started. The young Sonic the Hedgehog had just saved the world from the evil tyranny of the alien, Grimer Wormtongue, who had intentions to create a warship capable of polluting entire island in a few seconds. The threat started on South Island, and Sonic had arrested the man on Westside Island, with the help of the even younger Miles Prower, and orphan with twin tails, who had been dubbed "Tails" By Sonic.Sonic Youth: Episode 0: Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blue Hedgehog walked down the roads towards the castle of Acorn, within the city of Mobotropolis. Many people were gathered close, cheering on the heroic hedgehog, throwing confetti, even playing music. He walked with several people by his side, His father, Jules, his mother, Bernadette, his uncle, Charles, his younger brother and sister, Manic and Sonia, and the young orphan, Tails.
Sonic waved to the crowd that was cheering his name, yelling out to them, "Thank you! Thank you! I am awesome! You're all awesome for being