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Hybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle by CommnderShepard117, literature

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Hybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle

Prologue: The Last Battle In a room filled with glowing crystals, a tyrian reptilian man, Seiton, sat in his high throne engraved with gargoyles. He held a glass map of the Milky Way Galaxy and smiled deliciously as his beady red eyes skimmed the surface of its black and shaded portions. Only this star system, Navi was highlighted blue. He touched that star for interface and an image of planet Okma flickered above the map. This planet had native ships flying around it like bees warning each other of danger. “Spacers,” the man spoke. “All your worlds are destroyed by my touch. Your corpses are disin

Nothing is written in stone by Emeico, literature

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Nothing is written in stone

Nothing is written in stone Only carved by a hand as the years get old Placed beside you as a reminder Only with time and the pressure of a push Can your life move Gears Rusting with webs gathering Push further and change what was carved Waiting for it to change on its own is like giving up Nothing is written in stone Only carved by the hand as the years get old I must remain sane For when the times comes for the bad to change If something is written in pen Can not erase with my hands Rip it into shreds and rewrite it again Nothing is written in stone Only carved by a hand as the years get old

New Group? by Maclafel7, journal

New Group?

Jun 27, 2013

Hi Watchers and and other Lovely People, I am seriously considering starting a new group. It would be alled #Lit-Tutorial and it would have short tutorials on anything from capitalization to varying sentence structure. There would also be tutors two answer any one-on one questions. I think a group like this would be a really good tool for the writers of deviantART. SO many authors here have wonderful ideas but lack the grammar to make reading their stories enjoyable… Let me know in the comments if you think a group like this is a good idea. :bulletblue:Authors, would you want to use a resource like this? :bulletred:Grammar Nazis, would

Choose a life:Poem for alexanderjohn77 by Emeico, literature

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Choose a life:Poem for alexanderjohn77

(Haiku) Kick,kick kick a sound. Yellow beak peaks out for all. A blue egg nested. (Cinquain) Life Strong core Burning up diamonds Cutting through heart strings Life (Acrostic) Easing a sack out of the womb. Laughter left after a headache or two. Eat ice cream on a picnic. MOM!DAD LEFT THE SEAT UP AGAIN! Erasing mistakes on an important test. NEIN! A German word for no. NO WAY DID I GET IN?! Traveling through roads,miles away to the start a life.

Poetry/Creative Writing Contest! [CLOSED] by Maclafel7, journal

Poetry/Creative Writing Contest! [CLOSED]

Apr 30, 2013

It's that time again!!!!! 1st Place :pointr: 10 :points: , 16 watches, 10 faves from your gallery, a custom-made pixel icon by TheWritingDragon (https://www.deviantart.com/thewritingdragon) (optional), and 16 llamas :dance: 2nd Place :pointr: 1 :points: , 4 watches, and 4 llamas 3rd Place :pointr: 1 :points: , 4 llamas RULES: :bulletblue: FAVE this journal :bulletblue: Paste "I promise to watch and llama the winner of this contest" in your comment (and cross your heart and hope to die!) :bulletblue: Expand on the prompt "One sip is all it takes…" using poetry, or creative writing and link your entry in the comments. Not more than 700 words please! :bulletblue: Have fun! ED

Reject by Emeico, literature

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Reject

PERFECTION. Dragging. Striving. PERFECTION. Endless, life spent. No wealth left. PERFECTION. Hungry. Weak. PERFECTION. Right or wrong direction. Angry at myself and no other living thing. PERFECTION. My own rejection. PERFECTION. Laying down on the dirty ground. Looks of despise. Haunting my self with lies. PERFECTION. Broken mirror. No one can see her. PERFECTION. Scratching at the skin making it red. Screaming is coming from inside my head. PERFECTION. Worthless me. I am nothing but a string in your dreams. PERFECTION. PERFECTION. Written. Unseen. PERFECTION. Listen not to me. PERFECTION. I can not take the looks and whispers

Nothing New Under The Sun by CuffButtons, literature

After The Sun (Chapter One) by Maclafel7, literature

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After The Sun (Chapter One)

For as long as I can remember, they said the wall could protect us. Everyone said it; the passing merchants, the soldiers, even our temple's head monk. It was almost a joke when one inquired after a possible invasion. Everyone would laugh and say, "The King's wall shall protect us, of course!" It was a like a proverb; always true. Always. Until it wasn't. It happened so fast. First there were the noises. The citizens always heard them, like large herds of horselopes running past outside the walls. They never really payed much to attention to them, but they heard them a lot. But that day there were voices too. In a strange langua

Franka by KazokuBae, literature

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Franka

I watch your unbalanced figure skate across the room, so out of sync, so strange within the ordinary maroon carpeted classroom. Your appearance is so rugged and disorientated, a sly smile etched deep into the scarring tissues of your mouth, the macabre and demeaning look in your blood-ridden eyes, a manifestation of colossal fear and longing drowning within each tear. You take the only seat available, beside me; your short dishevelled hair shedding bright colours as you slump down on the teal chair. You don't even bother to look up, digging the dirt out of your short and broken fingernails; kicking your feet to an inaudible tune. The strong s

I Live With A Witch (Chapter 16) by GabrielRaven, literature

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I Live With A Witch (Chapter 16)

"Good morning, Christian." I woke up in bed, tired and groggy. It had been a week since Halloween night. Ever since, Eva had been awful quiet around the cottage, not willing to discuss what we had seen. She wasn't depressed, I don't think...more just silent. There was little to say about what we had experienced that night. However, Eva had recovered well, she was smiling and laughing again only a few days afterwards. She hadn't transformed me into anything or tested any spells on me since the incident. I looked up to see Eva staring down at me while I was in bed. She was fully dressed and she looked like she had been up for a while. "Hey," I