The Emoticon Corner - Volume 1A brand new bi-monthly article featuring emoticons, emoticonists, as well as other fun stuff having to do with emotes. This feature combines, replaces, and re-imagines the "Random Emote Awesomeness" and "Amazing Emoticonists" articles.The Emoticon Corner - Volume 1 in Art Features More Like This
I'm a sucker for pixel vehicles and this one is awesome! Lovely shading.
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Such a sweet gift for a fellow artist. Love how the OCs are done.
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Waiting for YouI stare out the window, waiting for you.Waiting for You in Free Verse More Like This
I think of your eyes, which sparkle when they see me.
I think of your ears, which listen to all my silly tales.
I think of your mouth, that smiles when I'm happy.
I think of your brow, that furrows when I'm hurt.
I think of your voice, which always tries to say the right thing.
I think of your arms, that hold me when I'm sad.
I think of your hands, that help me when I need it.
I think of your shoulders, where I can rest my head when tired.
I think of your legs, which would walk a mile for me.
I think of your toes, which brush against mine at night.
I think of your heart, which is filled with love.
As I stare out the window, I think of you...and realize I'd wait an eternity for you.
Your OC's Story in a 6-Word Story - ProjectThis is a project that is open to anyone who has an OC (Original Character) or FC (Fan Character). It was inspired by a personal challenge where I pushed myself to tell my OC's story using a 6-word story. I realized it would be a great exercise for authors, as well as a fun way to introduce your character to the great dA audience--and a fun and easy way for others to discover your character.Your OC's Story in a 6-Word Story - Project in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The project is very simple. Create a 6-word story for your OC. It doesn't necessarily have to focus on their origin, it could be their motivation for everything they do in their life. It could describe the one life-event that made them who they are. It could just give the essence of your character. But the reader should learn something from the story and know your OC better because of it.
Also, you may give a little more detail in the artist's notes and links to the characters, if you like. This is not a contest and you won't be
Secrets - A Dark Flame Story Some say Gale City is the worst place to live in the whole United States. I've been living here since I was two years old. Considering I'm ten now, I guess that's not a long time, but eight years is usually long enough to get to know a place. Before I was placed in Gale—and I can really remember that far back—I used to live in Chicago. My mom and stepdad and four sisters lived in a two bedroom apartment in the projects. It was clean and we had food to eat. The problem was that dad always needed money to pay for the "junk." Back then, I never understood why anyone would want to buy garbage. I now know that junk doesn't mean trash, but it is garbage, and people pay through the nose for it.Secrets - A Dark Flame Story in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe you're wondering how a kid can know so much. Well, in Gale you learn to know or you end up doing something bad—and ten years old is too young to die. I've always picked up things fast, and I don't even watch t.v. that much. Bobby Brali and me
Norfallon - Prologue It was on a warm summer afternoon that Philip James Norfallon recalled his first memory. Three years old, finally steady enough on his feet and sure enough of his balance, he ran full speed across the grassy field along the bank of the "Great River," giggling as his nanny trotted after him.Norfallon - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come back here, you little brat!"
It had been one of the rare occasions when his parents allowed him to go out beyond the castle walls and see the world. A picnic they told him, with grass and trees, and a surprise. Oh yes, it had been a surprise. A day of wonders seen and those yet to be told. It was a pleasant day out, sun shining down, a warm breeze blowing in from the north. At such a young age, he was not aware of these individual elements, but simply that it was beautiful outside, causing every muscle in his body to want to revel in it. He sped up his running, glancing back occasionally to see if the nanny had given up the chase.
Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1The light above the vanity flickered, throwing the room into a series of shadows. Babs Stone tapped the plastic casing with her finger, hoping to jiggle the bulb back into place. The room fell into complete darkness. After a moment, the light snapped back on, shining bright and steady. The prostitute leaned back towards the mirror.Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pulling up her chin, Babs checked her throat carefully. While she didn’t have a policy against rough stuff, she didn’t like when her clients left marks. It made it difficult when picking up another john, not to mention she simply didn’t like bruising on her neck. Satisfied, she tousled her long platinum blonde hair so it framed her face, then twisted open a cylinder of Fire Engine Red and smeared it across her lips. She could hear shuffling and smiled at the thought of the man on the other side of the door.
While she had several regulars, Babs liked Denny the best. He was always clean and smelled nice. More than that, he always called
Succumb.John heard the familiar sound of post coming through the letterbox as it hit the ground with a papery thud. He looked up from where he'd been typing to peek at Sherlock. He was sat at the desk, with his elbows on the table. His hands were brought together, touching only at the fingertips, gently at his mouth. Deep in thought, John decided. He had half expected his flat-mate to get up to collect whatever letters had arrived. Smirking, John dismissed the idea and left the room.Succumb. in General Fiction More Like This
A single letter sat on the doormat, illuminated by the light that dripped through the window. As John came closer to it, he noticed that there was no address - only the words 'Dr. Watson' written in scrawled handwriting. Opening the door, he looked out onto the street to see if it's deliverer was still nearby, but all he saw was a taxi driving away down the end of Baker Street.
He picked up the letter, and began to open it as he walked back up the stairs to the flat. The first thing he noticed was a not