Hybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle by CommnderShepard117, literature
Literature
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
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
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
Literature
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]
It's that time again!!!!!
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: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!
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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
After The Sun (Chapter One) by Maclafel7, literature
Literature
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
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
Literature
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