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Descending down into the depths of Aufterous’s immense southern ocean, past the Jetter’s Gorge and a sharp left at the sea caves, a palace of marble and gold stood proud amongst the jutting rocks and fields of coral. Within such a noble piece of construction, through the halls filled with statues and laden with tapestries, passing the large elegant Koi custodian sleeping in separate quarters, a sea-dweller adorned in gold and bright colors sat at her desk. She twirled a stylus in her hand as she handled her tablet computer, which currently displayed an ancient lyricist’s journal on its screen.
“Songwhit, hm?” she hummed as she scrolled from entry to entry. “A neutral and passive voice towards Her Eminence; more often than not an ally especially after her courtship with Playloud… Not much else of importance, really.”
“Agraaaaaaataaaaaaaaa!!” a loud voice punctured the serene quiet of Agrata Althea’s hive, and the Fuschia
As the sun began to set over the horizon before him, a lone black cube scurried along the sand of a vast desert. The troll inside who powered it checked his watch and GPS; god dammit, he was late. This wasn’t going to stand well with his matesprit, but then again, he believed he had a decent excuse this time.
Upon pulling up in his safety cube to the front door of his matesprit’s hive, Yangon Aarion activated its compacting sequence and it quickly deconstructed into a little cube that fit into his pocket. With a smile he adjusted his glasses and strode up to the door, only to have it pulled open before he got a chance to knock. There stood his lovely Paytah Ignado, cross-armed, tapping his foot and looking absolutely peeved.
“Why are you late?” the Brown blood growled.
“Listen; listen, listen, listen,” the Yellow blood grinned with a chuckle, “I got a good reason this time. You see, on my way here, I saw, I saw this troll and, and they were kin
“Once upon a time, sweeps and sweeps ago, there lived a kind ruler, the Chieftain. She bore the most royal of all blood, and became known to all her subjects as Her Eminence, Chieftain Fairlead. It was known throughout the planet Aufterous that she was a generous yet iron-willed water-dweller, and many both feared and adored her. With her vast following of subjects from every caste, she ruled for many sweeps with no opposition. It was known throughout that Her Eminence did not hold fast to the customs of old, as her most loyal of subjects graced the very bottom of the hemospectrum. She ensured that all of her followers were treated equally and was more than merciful to those who… Okay, do I have to keep reading this part? I’m gonna hurl.”
Valena Anathi’s eyes blinked open as she sat dozing in her recuperacoon. Her beloved moirail and caretaker, Demora Keitha, had been reading her her favorite bedtime story, only to stop short to make a commen
A Need for Family [P1]It’s my fault isn’t it? … I shouldn’t have just left it out like that… Now what do I do? … He was all I had left… That bastard… What am I supposed to do now?!
“This seems rather cliché for the atmosphere of a funeral.” The soft voice of a tall and slight man jarred a young boy from his train of thought. “Don’t you agree, young master?” The young boy returned his focus to the setting at hand. Underneath a dark and dreary sky, the two stood beneath an umbrella in the pouring rain. The funeral in question had just ended, so now there was nothing but a gravestone to greet the young boy’s already tear-streaked face.
The tall man chuckled. “However, I must admit I do not clearly understand how befitting this setting truly is. Could you perhaps explain it to me?” A lengthy shiver ran up the spine of the young boy beside him, who then took a few steps out of the safety of the umbr
Roleplay with Lothol Muginn 3:1Inside the ship, in the atrium containing the garden, Prunri strolled through the numerous rows of plants and flowers that they would be bringing along with them. There was plenty of extra room for new flora should the scouting team find some on new planets, and Prunri smiled to herself as she mentally gave each flower and plant a name. She was told that there weren't any other gardeners as of yet, and she thought to herself that maybe it'd be better if she worked on this by herself. She never really liked sharing.
As she walked, she noticed one of the stiffer plants beginning to tilt out of place. That just wouldn't do! Each member of the team must stand at attention! Pulling a few pieces of string out of her pocket and crouching down, she began to create a support for the leaning plant.
Out of uniform as the new plugs in his body were healing, Lothol Muginn wore an oversized shirt and shorts he'd brought with him. These were some of his only things to bring from home. He walked into
She Is Slam Poetry“Alright, we only have five minutes left ‘til lunch is over, let’s start packing up!” Jeremy said, pulling out the leather briefcase that was the box for the RPG board game he and his friends played every day. “Ray, the log please.” He held out his hand for the pad of paper his friend Ray would hand to him at the end of every lunch period, since he was in charge of taking down their movements so they wouldn’t forget. When he didn’t feel any paper in his hand, he looked from behind the open case to find his similarly bespectacled friend staring off to the other side of their high school’s lunch area.
“God dammit Ray!” he exclaimed, causing said friend to flinch and return his attention to the table. “This again? Really?!”
“I-I’m sorry!” Ray squeaked, closing the log book and passing it to him. “But I wasn’t spacing out this whole time, honest!”
“I can vouch for him.
Eternal Memories - Part 2Two months after Victoria’s ‘birth’, three new infants came from the other machines Gin had set up in a separate room. Three boys: Vladmir, Sergei and Jan, in that order. They were born within a close time range, so much so that they were considered triplets, and that wasn’t the only reason. Each of the three boys held Ukraine’s DNA, and had similar light blonde tufts of hair on their heads at birth. Their only differences were their second DNA contributions. Vladmir held France’s DNA, while Sergei had Belarus’s and Jan had Iceland’s. Grouped with their slightly older sister Victoria, these four made up the eldest children that would result from Gin’s ‘experiment’.
The four children were assigned at one to each adult, and they were cared for accordingly. Once a routine was settled into, the three men quickly forgot about their initial reluctance to comply with Gin’s plan, mainly since they were focused on caring fo
A Grand's GuidanceNight has always been a time of rest, but I find it a lovely time to remain awake. Ever since I was young, I would wonder if the spirits of the night would get lonely while those on the earth slept. Though my parents advised against it, I would remain awake as long as I could, to give the spirits of Light, Darkness and Air some company. While I couldn’t hear an answer at the time, I would tell them each night that I appreciated their work. The Light of the moon and stars, the Darkness of the sky, and the peacefulness of the night Air; their talents brought such majesty. And before I would fall to sleep each night, I would pray that my element would bring something good to the world, just as theirs did.
It took time, and while my path was not the straightest, I have found my destiny.
We should not fear our fates, even if they deviate from what is considered the norm. That is what I have learned firsthand; and as the longest living Grand of this time, I wish to share my knowledg
Tierah: Proceed (p.3)“In case you didn’t know,” ICRAES said, “my creator lived in your hive before you did and stored me here. Damn shame you didn’t, oh I don’t know, check the rooms before you moved in, huh?”
“ii wis i grrub bick then,” Tierah barked, “fiindiing i sife home wis the on/y thiing on my miind.”
“Say, what’s with the weird accent?” ICRAES asked. “Hold on, lemme do a brain scan real quick, don’t move your pretty little head.”
A small red line of light ran over the face shield, and Tierah blinked from the light in her eye. “hey, wiiit i sec!” she grabbed the helmet and attempted to pull it off, to no avail.
“C’mon toots, quit squirmin’!” ICRAES said, taking control of the suit in order to force Tierah to stand still. She continued to struggle even without control over her body, and once the scan concluded, control was returned to her. “Hm, looks l
PE: Literature Critique TipsAs part of Project Educate Critique week, the Community Volunteers would like to share more art specific elements to consider whilst giving good critique.
Today we are looking at the Literature gallery, with our Top Tips.
Before you start
READ the piece all the way through.
Read it again, making notes of what you would like to point out in your critique.
Stay Objective- you are critiquing the piece not the person.
These tips are areas which aren't just necessary in critiquing others' work, but also when self-critiquing your own writing. This is one person's suggestions and I welcome any further tips in addition.
A good opening. The opening to any form of writing doesn't necessarily need to involve a physical explosion, but it needs to have an initial hook; something to entice the reader in. It needs to be clear, something that
Six Word Story Around the World in 80 Days ContestHello, everyone! The judging for our tournament is nearly complete, but in the meantime, we're featuring the new contest going on over at :iconsixwordstories:!
A type of Flash Fiction, six word stories are (very) short stories with an exact word count: six words. SixWordStories is the place where, alongside quality, quantity really does matter. Though these stories are so brief in length, they can be as profound, if not more, than the prose and poetry you see and read every day, partly because six word stories can tell us so much and yet contain so little.
February 14th, 10pm GMT
'Around the World in 80 Days' ...with a comical twist!
As put forward by =TwilightPoetess, "The contest idea is to write a six word story about a journey "Around the World in 80 Days," with the use of humor.
Ripped my parachute. Again.""
Six word story
PE: Finding Critique on dAWhere to find Critique on deviantART?
So, you just uploaded your latest image/writing onto deviantART and featured it in your gallery with a slight satisfaction you have achieved something. Fantastic, that is step one and now you can sit back and watch everyone's responses come pouring in and showing you everything you need to do to make your work even more fabulous.
The fact is; getting someone to critique your work isn't as easy as that. If you want critique, you need to seek critique and put in the good effort to get it. It won't always work, no plan is fool proof, but here are some places and advice that could help you find the feedback you desire. Not every place on this list will be your cup of tea, but try and see what works for you.
Step one: Make sure people know you want a critique!
If you are a subscriber, make use of the critique function that deviantART provides. You can do this my selecting "Request Critiques" when submitting an
CAPTAIN T-SHIRTS!Going to start selling shirts with captain's face on them very soon!
Questions for the audience:
1)How much would you pay for a shirt with captain's face on it, including shipping?
2)The sales program needs a motivational message. What would captain say to motivate random people who are unawares of captain to buy t-shirts?
3)Make up a random quality control quote! How would you rate/criticize these shirts without even seeing them?
Devious Journal EntryENGIE KEEPS RAMBLING SOMETHING ABOUT THE TIME-HOLE INSTABILITIES.
HOW MANY YEARS IN ZEE FUTURE DO YOU THINK ZEE CAPTAIN PRESIDES IN?
PE: The Basics of Giving CritiqueA lot of people seem to think that giving a critique requires you to have an art degree and a lifetime of experience. This is merely an excuse barrier to stop you from trusting yourself in the art of delivering a fine critique. Today's Project Educate guide is an aid to help you consider the basics of critique, and in particular critique on dA.
This article has been written as a guideline overview only and one persons advice. There are hundreds of existing "how to" guides for critique already existing on dA, so if this one doesn't suit you, take a browse and see what else you can find!
The key rules to critique
1. Keep in mind you are writing a CRITIQUE not a CRITICISM. Be wary of your word choices and make sure you keep in mind you are helping the artist for improvement. Be Constructive, not Destructive.
2. Consider you audience- who is the artist reading this critique? How may they react to your words? Be wary of patronising the person you are c
Introducing the deviantART Collection on FotoliaToday, we are announcing the launch of the deviantART Collection on Fotolia, a selection of over 3,000 images from artists on deviantART. It is a grand experiment bringing together the excellence of work on deviantART with an opportunity for artists to gain worldwide commercial exposure for their work.
What is the deviantART Collection?
A while back, we announced our partnership with Fotolia.com through the StockProject group, where you can find hundreds of free stock images. We teamed up with Fotolia once again to create the deviantART Collection.
A team of professional photo editors started filtering through images on deviantART looking for excellent photographs that would work on commercial websites, like Fotolia, that sell images for designers and art directors to use in magazines, advertisements and product packaging. The team then offered artists on deviantART an opportunity to
StasisDreams only take you so far
before they crush you
and their un-fulfillment.
You cannot move
with bones so broken,
and a stomach
with swallowed pride.
And wing'd hope flies from the fear
of a life well wasted,
leaving you nightmare-shackled
to your potential
screaming in stasis.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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