139 Recent Deviations
Featured: Bagheera - The Jungle Book
Good Night for Some, Office Hours for OthersDiscarded girls are a common thing here
He finds them for a good price
They're caricatures, abandoned but still open
They don't feel the cold, that comes with experience
He thinks he's a God being nice to a lamb
but he's barely a wolf, struggling to walk in those big shoes
He can break his mundane routine but won't break his pockets for her
but will still collect flesh that he wouldn't want during the day
He's like the rest of the world, knowing they exist but still ignores them
He has just enough on the discount days to support them
Here a girl pinky promises with John
and clutches onto that crinkly part of her identity
Here, a cop will stand offering her an ultimatum rather than salvation
now he's no better than her
If there was a moment you thought you'd do anything different in this situation
you are wrong
To a Brown GirlLittle Brown Girl
I see you over there
I spotted you by the kink of your pretty hair
My little brown girl
I don't understand
Why do you cry in your own hands?
She turned to me with her tears flowing
And her eyes were very foreboding
She said in a very sad voice:
"They said I'm too brown,"
"They bully me whenever they're around,"
"All they make me feel is down!"
I grabbed her by her trembling hand
I said, "It's just because they don't understand,"
"That your dark skin comes from the motherland,"
She said, "No, you don't understand,"
"With their pale skin, they have the upper hand,"
"If being white is what I have to be..."
"Then I rather be them instead of me!"
"You mustn't say that," I told the girl
"They just don't understand how you can be such a pearl,"
"They don't know that with all this pressure,"
"You'll become a worthy contender!"
"My little brown girl, your skin truly glows,"
"Why it's so radiant, no one knows,"
"When you were made, you were blessed,"
"The sun loved you so much-
A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 1
A Shattered Realms story
Kraelia restlessly stirred herself awake, growling as the throbbing soreness in her wings ached in protest to the sudden movement. Like a nimble feline, she stretched her fore and hind legs, purring as a cold wave of relief washed over her tender limbs. She blinked away the bothersome sleep still blurring her vision, and noticed that night had risen outside the mouth of the cave, blanketing the sky in pure midnight velvet. Her calm, cerulean-blue eyes then lazily drifted towards the cave's other occupant. He was a man, clad head to toe in layers of dark cloth and black leather armor. His inscrutable countenance, made even more indistinguishable by a black ornamental wooden mask with a face wrought in a white-painted skull, lifted to meet her gaze from his slouched, meditated position.
"Shadow," she warmly greeted, to which he silently nodded in return.
Kraelia mentally reviewed the events that had transpire
Lillend and Her Watchman: Part 1
Lillend stirred and moaned as the light of the morning sun slowly roused her away from her sleep. The warm bed strove to lull her back into blissful slumber, but once the sounds of church bells floated into her ears, she knew it was time to wake up. She blindly extended her arm out, expecting for it to land on her lover whom she shared the bed with. Her hand fell on soft linen. That's when she mentally scorned herself.
That's right, he's on watch duty. She realized.
Nikolai had risen from bed in the dark of the morning, and prepared himself for the day's watch without awakening her. She praised Nikolai for his bravado, but was upset that she either went to bed alone, or woke up only to find him already gone. Being an officer of Dirfaldir's City Watch, his schedule was under tight strain. Rotation was bi-weekly, and he shifted from days to nights, and vice versa. She fervently savored the few days of which he was off-duty, virtually never leaving his side
The CullingThe free city of Embercrest, situated on the banks of the large Gulf of Koresh, west of the Choral Sea, was a true contemporary wonder among the free city-states dotting the Gulf's shoreline. Its natural harbor acted as a gateway to the Ivrohanian Empire, just across the Choral Sea. Ivrohanian merchants would come and go as quickly as the changing of the seasons, bringing boundless spices, quilts, and commerce to Embercrest. Many different cultures have left their mark not just on the city's people, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of no variation, Embercrest has grown into a multicultural hub and it's this that unites the fifty thousand people living within its walls. But such a utopia was not without its fare share of drawbacks.
The city-states of Koresh were in a state of civil unrest. After years of fighting endless hordes of magical abominations that were conjured by rogue mages, the people of Koresh had grown frightful and hateful of
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
Your Hand in Mine
A Shattered Realms story
Mathias reclined back into his wooden armchair, sighing as cold relief washed over his weary knees. A dreadfully untidy writing desk lay before him, defaced by mounds of scattered parchment. Mathias viewed his workspace with a tense scowl. He had toiled for hours over the burden of sorting, archiving, and scribing, all to merely dent the inexhaustable workload assigned to him. Running his fingers through his thick, coal-black, hair, Mathias achingly gazed out of his office's open window. His azure-blue eyes stared out into a stretch of clear-blue skies. His ears perked to the gentle lapping of waves foaming on the beach, while his nose inhaled the sweet and salty t
Sealion Looks After the BabySealion goes into his igloo because he’s desperate for money but when he looks in his piggy bank there’s only a button in it. Later Sealion wanders past a kiosk where he spots a poster advertising for a babysitter and because Sealion needs money he goes off to do that. He arrives at an igloo with lots of toys around it where the baby is he gets told by the mother how to look after the baby and leaves him to it so she can go shopping.
When Sealion is left to the job however the baby starts crying and Sealion has to stop it by getting some milk and putting it into a baby bottle. He tests it before he gives it to the baby with milk dribbling from its mouth as it drinks and burps when it finishes. Afterwards Sealion checks its nappy and reveals it’s messy with wee so Sealion changes the nappy then puts it in the bin in the bathroom and goes to pat the baby on the head. Afterwards Sealion plays with the baby with its rattle who laughs next Sealion tells it a story then Sea
SugarYou were that shot of fresh air
In these stale lungs of mine
Breathing a type of life into me
That I didn't know I still possessed
Adrenaline rushing through these tired veins
Starting a new heartbeat
One that didn't know of pain
That had scarred it from yesterday
Entangled in a different set of emotions
That make me start to hum
And appreciate the rain for washing away the old
Instead of raining it down
Skipping would be too much
But that's the feeling I get
Whenever I start to grin to myself
Thinking of you
I Remember the Day When Earth FellOften the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year."
I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.
So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
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