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Stupid Powers: On Fire
Mohawked Individual Saves Nation's Economy Using Flaming Sneeze Power NEW YORK (AP) — Wall Street is reporting an unexpected boom today, with stock values of nearly every company on the Dow showing a drastic spike upward as the stock market came to a close Monday. Insiders and economic experts say that the cause of the sudden rise is a punk in Queens with the power to sneeze fire. Nathan Caulfield, a Clifton, New Jersey native sporting a spiked leather-clad jacket and a mohawk almost as tall as the head it sits on, says he was grabbing lunch with a friend when it happened. He was about to bite into a hot dog when he felt the sneeze coming on, and he didn't have enough time to turn his head away. The next thing he knew, his hot dog had an excellent char to it. As with all news in New York, talk of the flaming sneeze traveled fast, and in under an hour it reached the front steps of 11 Wall Street before it then quickly traveled inside. "It's the best news we could have hoped for,"
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better
Six years ago, I stood at the coast, sand settled between my toes more strongly than I was to the earth around me, wondering when things would get better— better, like bathing daily, buying groceries instead of not eating, sleeping for more than two hours at a time and waking up better, like pool swimming, skimming the surface with a hand to save a beetle that landed and wondered if things would get better, like toes settled in sand at the beach, the Pacific reaching onward, outward, endless— and I wonder now how many times things got better while I wasn't looking
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at night when the sea rushes in to meet the land I climb into the bathtub and make an island of myself
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Desk Birds
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Firebreather
When the beams finally gave way and the attic collapsed into the cloud of smoke that had threatened to billow through the roof, his eyes blazed the same orange-red that peeked through the smoke. He stared at it from the cover of a bush across the field behind the house, unmoving as it collapsed in on itself, bit by bit, board by board. Even as the last embers caught on the evening breeze before the fire ran out of things to burn, he remained, unmoving. When the last haze of light crept away over the horizon, he ran, eyes held shut until he cleared the first few trees that marked the edge of the forest. As he passed more trees—from memory, from practice—he slowly let his eyes creep open, the blazing orange-red illuminating the floor of dark forest in front of him as he ran. His guardians had taught him this. They’d practiced it over and over again, in case the day ever came. He was to run and not look back, to travel by darkness until he reached the bunker at the base of the far
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Protocol
It was far from the first time a dreamhopper tried to escape, and Dr. Markus Albrecht knew it would be far from the last. Hell, Reik had done it at least four times since discovering he could, and once his time in solitary was up, there was no doubt he’d do it again. The problem wasn’t that the dreamhoppers could bounce between dreams and potentially escape; every leap from one dream to the next left a trail of sorts, lingering magic that would lead to the next dream, and so on. No, the problem was more complex, and was one he should’ve expected that Belcott had figured out already. Once a dreaming person was pulled from their dream back into the waking world, their dreamscape would exist only in their subconscious, and it became much more difficult to find any trail to follow in the first place. “Sir, Reik has been locked down in simulated dream space. They recommend giving him about 6 hours to make sure his consciousness is still all there before speaking with him.” Markus sighed,
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A Simple Task
It was supposed to be a simple task. Deliver the pouch to the old lady who lived in the house up the hill, get paid, then be on her merry way. As soon as she arrived and saw that the front door of the dilapidated manor was wide open, hanging on one barely attached hinge, she took her phone out of her pocket and called him back. When it went to the man’s answering machine, she said in no uncertain terms that the pay rate would be double the original quote. Once sure the message had been left, she stepped inside the house, braced for something far less than simple. Upon seeing the remains of the old lady on the dining room table, carved out in a way that could only be described as grotesque, she called him back again, this time demanding triple the original quote. He still didn’t answer, so as she climbed the stairs to the second floor landing, she sent him a text as well. After she killed the first hired gun on the second floor, she called him once more, this time stating that she
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the Kamogawa flows from mountain to ocean— ritual routine like the sun rising and professing my love to you
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for her.
it's midnight and I'm writing love letters on my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnight and every limb has a story. all my collarbone remembers is the frantic hurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weight of gravity and mistaken desire to fly and my broken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbows remember the firm pull of your hands in the grocery store. my cheeks remember your makeup and my clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neck remembers all your strands of pearls. I remember when you were young again and wearing red and holding cups of tea in hands that didn't shake yet and I remembe
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When we went to Norway we killed slugs. We ate dinner at midnight as the sun revolved overhead, spinning in slow concentric circles, never dipping beyond the horizon.  There was no night. We looked up at the clouds, and she asked us if we wanted to do her a favor-to justify spending the night in her garage apartment at no cost.  We weren't freeloaders, so we said O.K.  She told us about the slugs. There were hundreds of them crawling around the garden area-small families leaving slime trails on rock walls.  We collected them one at a time, placing each of them in a huge plastic bag.  We saw them pile on top of each other, felt their collec
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city drowned clean
birds fly bluer before a hurricane, wings sharper, the bricks neater. one train is always longer than the other. i cried about it. the saturated city, droplets of colour caught on tape & rewinding, cups me in its palms, i am a bug on its window, imagining all of it underwater & people clapping in a silent film, the last dying bubbles curtsying on their lips, for their marble town the white skied & terrible atlantis.
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To shore
I think back to pulling your hair from your face, sticky strands in nut brown, your lips like the frothy head in a pint glass, untouchable, disappearing. You cried in bed, neck twisted like a giraffe looking for the opposite side of a baobab tree, and I told you that you were beautiful even though no one thought so, anymore. It didn't matter then whether I was holding your greasy heart in my hands, or my own, they were the same fragments, wracked with guilt and blood vessels, weak sutures in their stems. We lay in your bed for five minutes before you choked on your own salt water seasoning, blew your nose into the whi
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nowhere else
it rains hard enough that i can finally sit quietly, as if lighting candles. maybe there is nowhere else to be. a cup of water trembles on the table as if afraid, kept too long from the useful yearning of roots, from the anonymous way rain falls. i light one candle then another, quietly, as if lighting candles. the rain keeps pressing damp invisible flowers against the window, reminding me how long the near-dark lasts, how the woods at the edge of the yard never see, but thirst enough to catch fire. each candle moves like the rain, each quieting life from lives of their own. in the half-light coming in, i can pretend
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Tea for Two
I observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide. "Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?" A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons. "Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?" She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil. "Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I i
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In summer we all burn
The summer is coming, I hear the beach roaring from here, can see shirts hung over shoulders, sunglasses, arms round waists, can feel the earth's purrs, breaking hibernation, pollens tossed up at us in fanfare. Ants are walking over me because we're sharing a tree together. Back to back, we're trying to make our winter's pallour a warmer shade. Is it some sort of personal sign when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark, when it's driven you mad your whole life? Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky fingers a mere afterthought)? These trees though, they're not changing. I can't help thinking they
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Morning - for Carl Sandburg
The morning erupts          on little cat feet A flick of the tail          a breath exhaled               too fast at the end of a leap and then A paw,     placed on lid's soft fan of lash breath whirring, throaty, warm          nose             to          nose eyes still closed Then          open Thwack – A stunning velvet attack     innocent lids           unwarned     warm sheets      no safe haven The morning erupts     on little cat feet.
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Moth
Last year in music felt like the year of the album. I made a journal toward the end of last year featuring some of my favorites from 2018, and I remember struggling to fit them all in. This year felt very different. I actually don't know that I could name many albums from this year that felt like coherent standouts to me. Nearly every full-length album I listened to had one or a few songs that just didn't seem to fit, in one way or another. There were still a few standouts of course, but I feel like in the wake of my general feeling about albums this year, it'd be good to focus on the songs I particularly loved this year instead. So, here we go! Sakanaction - Moth This one is a standout off of one of the few albums released this year that I DID feel strongly in favor of from start to finish. An upbeat, frenzy-driven track early on in the album, Moth is set in between two of the best singles released by the band before the album came out, which is always a dangerous place for a
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Found on Newest, Vol. 13
One of the most polarizing things about the Newest page is that there's no filter, and that it's literally just deviations right as they're submitted. The bright side to browsing Newest is that you have the chance to run into a variety of good art of...well, anything and everything, really! So, here are some more great works that I've found while browsing Newest!
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Found on Newest, Vol. 12
One of the most polarizing things about the Newest page is that there's no filter, and that it's literally just deviations right as they're submitted. The bright side to browsing Newest is that you have the chance to run into a variety of good art of...well, anything and everything, really! So, here are some more great works that I've found while browsing Newest!
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Deviousness Award

A deviant for nine years, ikazon is a monumentally influential member of DeviantArt. A champion of DeviantArt’s literature community, he’s contributed his own writing and journal skins to the community since he first joined DeviantArt. In 2011, ikazon became a Community Volunteer, shining a light on undiscovered pieces in both the DeviantArt related and literature galleries. His dedication to the community quickly made him a beloved figure on DeviantArt. Soon after, in 2012, he was hired as a full-time staff member, where he ran multiple community projects, such as the 2014 and 2015 Valentine’s Day Exchange!

However, ikazon’s contributions to the community extended past his time as a community volunteer and a staff member. From contributing journal skins to the CalendarProject to leaving encouraging comments for his fellow community members, ikazon’s supporting presence has been felt all across DeviantArt.

We’re proud to name ikazon as the Deviousness Award recipient for March 2016!
Awarded Mar 2016

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FhoenoxHobbyist
I keep thinking your profile picture is Rintarou Okabe.
ikazon Writer

Ah, nope, haha. I've never watched Steins;Gate, I'm afraid!

t h a n k . y o u . f o r . t h e . n e w . f a v e s . a n d . c o m m e n t s . =)
ikazon Writer

No worries at all :la:

Beyworld101Student Traditional Artist
Hi. I'm having so many issues trying to upload a new avatar. On Saturday night, I uploaded a image to use as my new avatar for the holiday season, I got this error message about something. I didn't know what it was about. It's been giving me issues from the last two days and I don't know what to do about it.

*DeviantArt is experiencing high load and your request was interrupted or timed out.
*There was a server error while processing the request.
*The setting of your browser privacy controls or firewall may be blocking the response from DeivantArt.

That's the same message I kept on getting over and over again whenever I refreshed the page, logged off and logged back on, restarting my computer, and tried it on Firefox and Internet Explorer and got the same message in the other two browsers. I'm starting to get unhappy and I don't know what else to do with it. Can you please help me out with is serious issue and tell me what's going on.
ikazon Writer

Hi there! You'll want to file a bug report with our Customer Service team and they'll assist you as soon as they're able! :)