Bestest Friend Contest Winners!The Bestest Friend Contest is over and we're now going to announce the winners! Are you excited? I AM SO EXCITED! We had such a fantastic turn out with over 50 entries! :iconwoahplz:More Like This
Everyone really did an amazing job and you are really all winners because you wrote about someone you care about deeply and hopefully made them smile! ♥
Special thanks to our judges (DreamingAutumn, DrippingWords, IrrevocableFate, and OfOneSoul) and an even bigger thank you to everyone who donated prizes, this contest was amazing because of you. <3
So lets get to this!
All of the entries!
Ghost Stories Lit. Contest UPDATE: 7 days left w/12 entries.More Like This
It's October 1st.
And OfOneSoul, IrrevocableFate, DreamingAutumn, & DrippingWords
are proud to announce their next Lit. Contest...
:iconscaredplz: <--------- THIS is you.
:iconpetpetplz: <--------- THIS is us.
No time to be scared, lovelies! It's time to write.
Although the "Bestest Friend Contest" that IrrevocableFate & DreamingAutumn headed up together has yet to end, we're just TOO excited to work together again... and even MORE excited that it's almost...
- HALLOWEEN, BITCHES!
Before you sc
2014 Second Spring Contest: Open:iconbowplz:More Like This
Albert Camus wrote that, "Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower". There is wonder to be found in this season of waning. As the sun fades and the air cools join us in celebrating the beauty of Autumn and the blessing of second chances.
Select a Prompt
Write about the beauty of Autumn
Write about second chances
Write about renewal
Write an original poem using an Eastern poetry form of your choice. Your poem should follow the style and structure guidelines for the chosen form. Remember to mention the form you chose and include a reference to this contest and journal entry in your deviation comments. Then submit your deviation to our
How to Be an Artist (haiku)(Post-It Note to Self)More Like This
Bid darkness welcome…
Rest easy—ready your mind's twigs
For a spark’s orange touch.
Bestest Friend ContestCONTEST IS NOW OPEN!More Like This
BESTEST FRIENDS ARE AWESOME.
In celebration of my bestest friend DreamingAutumn coming to visit me, we've decided to host a contest! The premise of this contest will be simple, write something to your best friend! It could be anything! Maybe you want to write them a letter telling them how much you care, or a write piece dedicated to them. Maybe you want to write about your favorite memory, your silliest moment, or that time you both laughed so hard your sides hurt because one of you did the Six Little Ducks Dance from Barney. ANYthing!
Want to donate something? Feature, points, pm, a print, something you made? Note either IrrevocableFate or DreamingAutumn. Or donate straight to RainbowMonkeh! If you donate a prize you're still eligible to enter and win!
Contest Winners!It may have only been ten entries long, but our first contest was a doozy to judge. Partly due to the nature of the contest, but also due to the wide range of themes explored by the participants, from romance to mental batles. Our judges were looking for cohesion and creativity, and I do believe we found both. Without further ado, here are the winners!More Like This
An Anthology of Flowers by introverted-ghost
An interesting theme and well thought-out reasoning took the judges near-unanimously. Inspired by Stephen Chobsky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower, introverted-ghost uses her feature to consider what it means to be an introvert, and does so in stylish, lyrical prose.
Perspectives – Black and White by MadHat11D6
An edgier theme with excellent choices, MadHat11D6 pulls from a variety of viewpo
Welcome to the Llama Party!If you're reading this journal, you're cordially invited to my...More Like This
In my "last journal" I revealed this upcoming party with no clues as to what it would involve. All I revealed is that it would include prizes such as & Premium Memberships. What I did ask of you was to answer this poll. The question?
What is your favorite number between 1 and 10? And why?
This was in fact the first "contest". I perused the comments and chose the number I will be using in the party based on the entrant's reason. And the winner of the first prize, 100 , is...
- with their comment:
"I like 6.
Ever since I started learning numbers in school, and math,
Something Borrowed :icondivider1plz::icondivider1plz::icondivider1plz:More Like This
The pieces that I've selected for this feature all have something in common: they've taken other people's material and made something new from it.
In this first poem, the poet has taken a snippet of conversation overheard at an art opening and shaped and framed it - turning it into a poignant work of art itself. It's quite brief but gives you a lot to think about.
This piece deliberately attempts to imitate the style of some of Edgar Allen Poe's poems: it takes the form of a love poem to the late writer himself, weaving in references to his life and works. I find AzizrianDaoXrak's use of colours here rather delicious; they transform a mildly disturbing theme into something beautiful.
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...More Like This
Kind of Lit.
If you support this article or were featured in it, feel free to advertise ClefairyKid's awesome stamp!
... and in accordance with my well-known disorder, .giflovingmania,
everyone's favorite narrating TV Show character, DEXTER, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
... he's so yummy, but usually covered in blood. Which is cool. Sort of.
a spoken or written account of connected events; a story.
"the hero of his modest narrative"
in the form of or concerned with narration.
"a narrative poem"
So, if you haven't figured it out yet... this is a feature article specializing in the
An Anthology of FlowersYou see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.More Like This
We've all heard the word wallflower but very few of us know what it truly means to spend your life with your petals pressed to a wall, quivering in the largeness of the world and the people that run wild within it.
Instead of shaming these flowers I ask you to stop and look at the curves of their petals, the collection of pollen in their hearts; I ask you to open your mind and understand, if only for as long as a breeze lasts.
nobody ever texts her first by BittersweetObsession is a beautiful, if sad, portrayal of how quickly one wallflower fades out of the minds of the people around her.
love letters to introverts by sylveda is a simple, elegant series of letters to wallflowers of every creed from a self-confessed flower.
How to Love an Introv
New Lion King TV Movie/show coming to Disney!Lots of you have already heard about it, but here you are in case you haven't!:More Like This
It will star Kion, Simba and Nala's son and second-born child.
Read more here.
Also, :icondisney-couples-group: is having a Disney couples contest! If you love Disney true love, check it out!
Womens Rights againHonestly Tired of itMore Like This
I’m honestly sick and tired of making comics or journals or whatever about women’s rights. But it seems like every week there’s a new story about how some asshole guy makes some sort or sexist remark, or how women are being excluded from some place, or killed in others... I’m so sick and tired of it all. I wish I didn’t have to talk about it all the time because I think “women’s rights” are really just part of having “common sense,” but apparently the rest of geek/gaming culture doesn’t think that way.
I was going to make a couple of comics for SYAC elaborating on these recent issues, but I just don’t feel like it anymore. I don’t want SYAC to become a preach-wagon for Women’s Right’s issues more than they already have. So instead I’m bringing you the rundown in this journal instead of making more comics about them.
99% DONE.WARNING: Slightly irritated journal ahead. Take with a grain of salt.More Like This
This last batch of SYAC strips has really worn me out mentally. I think I’m gonna need to take a small break to recharge my batteries after this. I’ve been finding myself getting increasingly pissed off, angry, hostile, and irritated, even at things that don’t really deserve the frustration. Primarily as a result of having to re-explain incredibly simple concepts over and over and over again, as if my art doesn’t speak for itself.
On top of this, I’ve got a new job, a big project in the works, commissions to finish, and everything else that having a life entails. I don’t feel like I should have to re-explain myself SO MANY TIMES over something as simple as “women are people, treat them as such.” Nor do I feel like I should be sent death-threats over proposing such a radical idea either.
It’s so incredibly sad and pathetic that saying “hey,
Contest 30 - Villains Gone GoodAnd the winners are...More Like This
In the judge's section:
What the judges were saying: We loved the idea behind this entry! Given Sid's history with toys and his little sister, it's wonderful to see this turn
around that combined both how he mistreated toys and his sister in one picture. Just lovely!
What the judges were saying: This adorable artwork shows a more helpful Turbo helping
Vanellope learn how to race with a few old racing game tricks thrown in. Too cute for words!
What the judges were saying: This joyous work features the lovely queen Grimhilde being lovely inside
as well as out! It's great to see how things could've been
You're Not AloneWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.”
Is no longer alone
his life is not easy; a winding, sometimes whimsical, sometimes tragic journey that ultimately finds terminus in the same common destination for each of us. No matter the brave, fierce constructs we build and serve that would have us believe we are each one of us all alone as we make this journey, we make our way toward the end of all things side-by-side in our community of the living each day defying death. Our paths may be wildly divergent—the way of the hungry and impoverished traveling the same timeline with the grotesquely indulgent, the very best of us side-by-side with the most evil of us; but all hea
GAY CAVEMANANGRY: Just read a bunch of articles about the supposed discovery of a gay caveman. I have no doubt that gay cavemen existed, but the reasoning for thinking that this particular skeleton was gay ("a homosexual or a transvestite" were the only possible conclusions that these articles came to) is that the skeleton was biologically male, but buried in a way that we have only previously found females buried.More Like This
I hate to break it to these scientists, but not all cultures in history have viewed sexuality as having anything to do with gender stereotypes. Many cultures throughout history have accepted homosexual behaviors as the norm, without our culture's stigmas of "gay men are girly men" or "lesbians are butch man haters". There are plenty of cultures throughout history that accepted transgender, gender varient, and dual gendered people as existing, and respected that those things were okay.
Obviously they couldn't have sex changes at the time, but is it so fucking hard to conceive of the not
Like a BrokenMore Like This
Giraba bien, hasta malfuncionó la aguja.
(Spun smoothly, until the needle skipped.)
Brian Kesinger: Character DrivenMore Like This
Disney Artist Brian Kesinger on Creating Story through Character
Foreword by techgnotic
It is with great pleasure we welcome BrianKesinger as a guest writer to the Today Page Editorial Team. Considering his authentic citizenship within the deviantART community, his thoughts and insights will be of great value to all aspiring artists, illustrators, writers and others involved in any creative endeavor. For over 18 years, Brian has worked for Walt Disney Studios on films like Big Hero 6, Winnie the Pooh, Tarzan, Tangled, Wreck It Ralph and Bolt. Brian is author and illustrator of his own oct
Korra Alone, Doctor Who, and Bayonetta 2Long one today, so I broke it up so you can skip to the section you want:More Like This
Korra Alone - Spoilers
Best. Episode. Of Korra. YET.
I really wish this had been paired up with the first episode of the season. Season 4 episode 1 was... boring. While it did a good job of showing where everyone is now 3 years after the fact, it didn’t do much to further the story. It felt too much like explanations and dry setup to cooler stuff that will eventually happen down the road, than a solid episode in it’s own right. But episode 2: Korra Alone comes along and BOOM! It blows everything out of the park!
Korra’s struggles to recuperate after her fight with Zaheer are on full display here. Her inability to walk and do basic things is definitely a source of her frustrations and self loathing, as is the fact that she still has nightmares. And even when she is finally able to overcome her physical limitations and learn to walk and fight again... the mental toll isn’t
OxygenationBloodMore Like This
pumps in two
directions – to,
and from, heart
breath is sharp
in my diaphragm – the
last, heavy, saturated
in hushed ache,
between my legs,
and the sigh rushing
to the center
Directions to the end of the worldTake the first path you find.More Like This
Go straight. Keep going.
Past the grocery store; past
the gas station. Leave the post
office behind. Ignore all rest stops,
ice cream shops, and stoplights.
Toss the map – you don’t need
it anymore. The city is dust
behind you; cross the state border;
leave the country. Swim across
the ocean, walk over tundra,
then ice. Keep going.
If you fall off the edge, you’ve gone too far.
11. GrayLET ME CREATE DINOSAURS IN THE CLOUDS AND STORIES IN THE STARS.More Like This
Let me warp your memories and dance to the murderer's march.
LET ME WHISTLE TO THE BIRDS SONGS AND LAUGH AT MY PAIN.
Let me destroy the light of day and glare at the moon.
Let me BE BOLD in my happiness.
LET ME be quiet IN MY LONELINESS.
I WANT MY HEART TO RACE WITH THE THUNDER OF DRUMS.
I want my mind to be filled with violins and flutes.
I WANT MY FINGERS TO FLASH ACROSS THE KEYBOARD IN EXCITEMENT.
I want my eyes to fill with emotions at the words on paper or screen.
I want A POUNDING IN MY CHEST that sends my nerves tingling.
I WANT a soft flutter of wind TO CALM MY ERRATIC BREATHING.
I WISH FOR THE WORLD TO KNOW TRUE MAGIC.
I wish for no more of this cruelty.
I WISH FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW THEY CAN.
I wish for those who wish for only themselves.
I wish FOR OTHERS TO WISH with me.
I WISH for people to stop wishing AND START ACTING.
Who says THAT EVERYTHING is in BLACK and WHITE?
I prefer TO THINK that the WORLD
10. Birth MarkedGrandpa used to tell storiesMore Like This
about the night I was born,
said a lost sparrow with cockeyed feathers
hopped across my right shoulder
and left its mark.
Shifting the sheaf of hair
mom refused to cut short
and craning my neck,
I could just see the cluster
of sharp-edged W's etched like tattoos
across the scalloped scoop of my bones.
In summer heat waves,
I learned to weave my dark tangles into braids
and let the claw strokes breathe,
the thin straps of feather-print shirts
pushed out of the way.
On those days,
Grandpa claimed I could lift my arms, wing-like,
and fly myself into something new.
though the sun is high
and summer nears again,
Grandpa is gone
and I am weighted by dark moods
and black mascara.
Standing at his graveside,
I tell him stories about the parts of him I miss
and the parts of me I hate
but cannot change;
the parts I was born into.
A phantom breeze clutches
the fresh bob of my wayward hair
and for a moment,
I can feel his work-calloused fingers
brushing the birth
09. AntsIn an autumn skyMore Like This
commas sweating off
Summer’s page and
running across the kerb.
The trees played statues
in a leaf orange sun.
Waiting for the wind.
look at all this teenaged angstlook at all this teenaged angst,More Like This
puddled in the floor like a pile
of mildewing laundry. a hot topic shirt
against the beanbag, slouched
into a vampire kama sutra novel
wrapped with a tasteful dust jacket
for mom to approve of; a charging
iphone (ugh, outdated); an artfully
ripped hole over the knee, skull
and crossbones band-aid prominent.
look at all this teenaged angst;
but take a moment to appreciate
the Justin Bieber posters in the trash can.
04. stardust skinnedi sit in my wheelchair, slumping so my spine curlsMore Like This
in on itself, forming the question mark that dictates
my life. the news is flashing on the television so rapidly
i cannot gather the energy to focus on it. silence
permeates the house, rejecting any noise that dares
disturb it -- even a cannon blast would tremble
before the oppressing quiet. my mind wanders,
standing from the chair that confines my body and
walking right out the front entrance. it tumbles
into the metropolis i yearn for, navigating its way
through the throngs of human beings who, like me,
wish to return to the sky.
Lost and FoundHe has prayed as muchMore Like This
as he said "I love you"
in both cases
they were inaudible
Occasionally you can hear him
when he traces the outline of you
similar to the way
a stroke induced December
remembers to speak spring
like he's seen you before in his dreams
You can hear him
when his eyes linger at your smile
as if he could find faith
from your light
trapped, imbedded in insecurity
his way is a broken record even the deaf could listen to
He will not say I love you
not because he doesn't
but because you can not hear a man
you have yet to meet
but when you do, oh god, you will be brutally aware
Because with love like his
you could drown twice
and not want to come up for air
Passionate SovereigntyI'm so tired of writing love stories;More Like This
when I've not had one of my own.
I'm so weary of pretending I'm beautiful;
when my looks could turn a man to stone.
I'm so fatigued waiting for my prince;
when I'm not even a princess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be a siren;
when I could barely pass for an enchantress.
I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own fairytale at last.
Things That Go Bump in the NightMale!BelarusxReaderMore Like This
"… And they say that he still wanders the halls of the abandoned school at night…. calling out for someone to love. 'Love me…. Love me….' And then… If he catches you…"
"What?!" you screamed, hands clenched tightly around the fuzzy red blanket. "What happens then?!"
"Well… I don't know if I should tell you." Nikolai said, smirking slightly, "Might scare you…"
"TELL ME!" you cried, "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!"
"Alright, alright! Okay… So, if he catches you… if he catches you he…"
"HE DOES WHAT?!"
"He rips your still beating heart out of your chest… AND HE EATS IT!" Nikolai finished in a frightening tone, purple eyes glinting evilly in the low lamplight.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" You shrieked, hands scrambling at your blanket, holding it close to you for comfort.
"Well, goodnight, дорогая." Nikolai kissed your forehead lightly, sailing quietly into your bedroom and conking out immediately on the big, squishy mattr
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Please come back
Your heart has turned black
I don't want to watch the young one
Can't the dates be completely over and done
Are you even my mom anymore
Because you just seem like an uncaring whore
I hope you're happy
Because you've lost me