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I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet by Oilux
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
RelationA relationship is like a bookRelation by Poet-no-06
It starts off empty
And is filled with their stories
But lover's burning passion
Ignites the book
Burning each page one by one
And it is up to the pair
To either write more stories
Or be consumed
TempestuousThere’s a violence waiting to be invokedTempestuous by lalaith913
A storm ready to break
flames and hurricane winds
From the concussive
rendezvous of lips
that simpletons call a first kiss.
When the rain begins to fall
and the calm eye is hours ahead
I won't care who gets washed away
and I wouldn't mind if it were me.
LoveIt doesn't come easyLove by Serbeena
It doesn't come quick
It can make you feel happy
Or make you feel sick
It can make you feel powerful
It can make you feel "hip"
But can also make you fall
And make you lose your grip
When you meet him, you wait for the words
The words you hope are true
When he kisses your lips and tenderly says
"I'll always love only you"
Riddle MeI come from nothing and I ask for something.Riddle Me by EvilpixieA
No one has ever seen me,
Yet no one does not know me.
I am lighter than a grain of sand,
Yet men have collapsed under my weight.
I have ended more lives than any war,
Yet I never fail to warn my victims.
I ask for only one thing.
What am I?
Scattered petalsscatter the boards full of ruby and lime petalsScattered petals by Starija
my friend is all I have
it is full of lime and ruby petals but also
she gives me the time of my life
tends to float over as if escaping the mess surrounding
she makes me smile at random times
if you need help with your hair to make your hair
she is honorable and tantalizing
shiny but floaty as if banging on a large drum
my friend is honey and touching
blue mesh with pink to swim over like jelly-jello
she bounces my way her way
unforgettable skies unforgettable nights watery skyline
she's a fun person with care
Peace RiverA rough-hewn canoe slips through the tannin headwatersPeace River by Blacksand459
Past groves of tamarack and birch; jumbles of mossy boulders
Also sit along the banks, their angular planes chiseled...
Formed perhaps as God pondered the drift of blue stars across
A black void.
The void drew His eye as the whirlpool draws the soul across the river
To dare its jealousy, following the errant maple leaves
Spinning down, gently in the current:
Sighing as it revolves:
The leaf is watching the sky turn
Field to sky to birch to sky to rock to dark folds enclosing
As the velvet current closes the curtain for good.
SUNRISE (spoken)Before the last time of my birthSUNRISE (spoken) by Jade-Pandora
And far beyond it was my first
I make a voyage most profound
Before its rudder runs aground.
Adieu skyscraper spires vast
By tall ship’s canvas-billowed mast
Across an ocean, right to find,
A life of calling, left behind.
Aligning with a northern speck
To guide me on my global trek
And kiss a rising shoreline’s day
Of star-tipped palm fronds’ thoughtful sway
Atop the arms of listing greet
My native, soulful heart, entreat.
Gentle breakers whisper, saying
Here is where I shall be staying.
And from a dream I memorize,
Trade winds singing songs of sunrise.
Subway AdventuresShe told me that her tattoosSubway Adventures by Sunflowers-And-Fur
Were her way of charting breakthroughs
“Why?” I asked
“For when life wears a mask.”
I gawked at her, she had so many
While I myself didn't have any
I had moved to New York to be free
As far away from home as the eye could see
She told me to keep my chin up
Everyone is different in this crazy world
With unique ways to counter what life hurls
She nodded, saying to follow my heart
If I did, home and I would never be far apart
She was a strange old lady,
But her wisdom rang true
I got off the Subway with a new point of view
She told me to follow my dreams,
Which I will never fail to do
The summers of Hesperides are longThe summers of Hesperides are long,The summers of Hesperides are long by Jade-Pandora
for, this is my letter to the world,
that never wrote to me...
With quick wit, and impish, did easily
dissolve into gaiety amid academy peers,
from whence would deliver me into life's
cadence so passionately, this brown wren.
Are you too deeply occupied to say if
my verse is alive?
The mind is so near itself it cannot
see distinctly, and I have none to ask.
That you will not betray me it is needless
to ask, since honor is its own pawn.
Undressed thoughts that joggle the mind.
The balm and smile to rise even higher
than true, (and) to run the course through
life's preceptor, or dare hope to be,
this young spirit of a woman, yet
unclaimed, by a nation of civil war.
And yet, the long wait to obsess, this
daughter in white, unrecognized, till comes
Death, that would believe perhaps the bur
of chestnut, with eyes of neglected sherry
when guests have gone, thus to pacify the
lack of a mould to identify not earthly image
but shadow, to
Cop Babes in the WoodsThis is an age regression story told as a cross between the show "Cops" and the 1932 disney short "Babes in the Woods (mainly the version from the show Belle: sing me a story. I wrote it because I don't know if you ever saw the show as a kid, but it featured a live action Belle reading children poorly dubbed versions of Disney shorts with totally different song. Anyway, the one for 'Babes in the woods' was "Working together." I felt that the short had so little do with it and I decided to rework it as a cop story with the message better enforced. Do commentCop Babes in the Woods by Hedging
Once upon a time, a story was told
about officers, kidnappings and witches of old.
They haunted the stations and houses and dells
and this is the legend the police records tell:
Oh, don't you remember thirty-three years ago?
When that police lady and young boy whose names I don’t know
(actually I do, but it had to rhyme somehow!)
They wandered away on a cold winters day
and were lost in a wood,
I've heard peop
Barbie doll presentA commision/birthday present for Cinderella 123456Barbie doll present by Hedging
“Okay girls, you got everything ready?” Kendra Morris asked her twin daughters Jessica and Caroline.
“We sure do mommy!” Jessica said happily. “Tooth brush, clothes, barbie dolls everything.”
“What time are we going to go to daddy’s house tomorrow?” Caroline asked.
“We’re hitting the road around 9 AM.” Kendra replied. “Remember to call me every day while you’re gone.”
Kendra was getting ready to drop her twin daughters off at her ex husband Chesters house for Thanksgiving. It was agreed when determining custody of the children that he would get them every other holiday. Kendra however was panning to get remarried soon to a man named Peter. She admired him dearly and felt he would be a much better husband and father than Chester was.
LAter that night, there was a knock on the door.
Kendra answered it. It was Peter.
“There’s my fav
Lexington's Witch Hazel BeastAMERICA, LATE 18TH CENTURYLexington's Witch Hazel Beast by Koahara
Between the white oaks and red elms, white-washed wooden planks and smoking chimneys could be seen beyond the weakest of thickets. The houses were the last of the dying colonial days, the last of rebellion and of monarchial reign. The smell of burning timber, cast out by the chimneys, grew stale and pungent, lingering like an unwanted house guest in the evening air. A shot rang out from some former Continental, likely sporting his dingy, tattered uniform for old time’s sake and living his fighting days vicariously through target practice. He was entitled to that, after all— his name would be forgotten among the thousands and buried under mounds of dirt. If he was lucky, it– or he — might be remembered or scrounged up in the curious and tumultuous years that followed after. Other voices carried by the wind were interrupted as they clashed with the trees, who rejected them with what little crimson and yellow leaves they had clinging to t
Painful Equality - Part 9 I sat next to a bed, in a hospital room, which Frank was laying in as he surfed the video feeds. I looked down at my watch again. Only two minutes had passed since the last time and I think my heart rate had spiked a little. I was about to reach for my phone, to let the office know that I was going to be later than I first told them, when the door to the room opened. Dr. Lairs, our M.D.T. assigned doctor, walks into the room. He wasn't looking at us as he came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Once he had completed reading what he wanted, he raised his head and flashed us a smile.Painful Equality - Part 9 by jemgirl
“Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Teal,” he greeted us.
“Doctor,” I answered back.
“Dr. Lairs,” Frank said instead.
“So how has your day being going so far?” he asked as he tried to connect with us again. I didn't blame him for trying to make something out of his day and ge
Painful Equality - Part 8 Once we were home, things continued as they had before the surgery. The only real difference was that his medications had doubled to now include anti-rejection medication. We both went to work, we both came home tired and on the weekends, when we felt like it, we ate out with or without friends.Painful Equality - Part 8 by jemgirl
What little excitement that crept into our lives came from outside our home. Frank got a promotion, I was almost hit by one of the new anti-gravity trucks that got bumped slightly out of it's lane during our trip through the Hensley building. They had already done tests and deemed it time and safe, to try a delivery among the population. Luckily it made its way back into its lane and only gouged ten feet out of the road.
The check ups are going well. Oh, that reminds me, there was one moment about a week after the surgery when he popped some of his stitches. He was more frantic about the blood than I was. Once we both realized that it was
Painful Equality - Part 7=======Painful Equality - Part 7 by jemgirl
One Month Later
“You look so beautiful and fuzzy,” Frank told me as I sat by his side holding his hand. I smiled down at him so grateful that he was alive and now awake. Everyone told me that hardly anything went wrong at this stage, but there was always the possibility that something could.
“You look darn good yourself,” I told him before he slipped back under again. The doctor said that he would be a drowsy for a few more hours so I wasn't concerned. I was going to stay with him tonight and then take him home tomorrow. The nurse had already been in and set up the other bed for me to use. I remember when I was younger and my mom slept in a chair next to my bed when I was in the hospital. They either couldn't or wouldn't let her sleep on one of the other two beds that were close by. I didn't even get my own room. I rubbed my thumb over my husband's hand before standing and walking around the room again.
Painful Equality - Part 6=======Painful Equality - Part 6 by jemgirl
Four Months Later
With a clean bill of health, as clean as I could possibly get, along with a set check up appointment dates months into the future for two years, Frank agreed to continue with what we had started. I was given the fertility shots and winced at the burning sensation that I got from the hypo spray every time. It was only once a week and I only had to do it for a month. On the day of the harvesting they retrieved four eggs and we were told two days later that they were all in great condition. By the end of the week we had four embryos and they were frozen once they were at a stable stage. Now it was Frank's turn to get his shots.
We had appointments almost every other week for the next five months. We had informed both our bosses of our acceptance into the M.D.T. program the day after we got the letter, and two days later they received a certified letter that was sent by courier from Mount Washington Hospital along with
Rouge and Davie (Sequal)With my knife out and my muscles tense, I walk through the unlocked double doors of the abandoned elementary school on high alert. I move with stealth, terrified I'll attract some unwanted attention if I don't.Rouge and Davie (Sequal) by Sunflowers-And-Fur
My partner Davie, on the other hand, intentionally flings open the other door to my left, slamming it against the wall with a muffled thud. I give him my best glare as he casually struts past me, spinning his pistol around on his finger carelessly.
After freaking out silently, I run to his side, digging my nails deeply into his tanned forearm “You trying to get us killed?” I hiss through clenched teeth. Davie smirks “Better to lure them out now rather than later.” he replies, shaking me off with ease.
For awhile I cower behind Davie, using him as my personal shield because dying wasn't in my agenda for today. I debated if I should poke him with my knife, annoyed at his cocky attitude. I haven't killed anything yet, not like Davie has, but I wouldn't mind
Diviners of Runawynd Act IDiviners of Runawynd Act I by Runawynd
"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"
With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing.
"Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.
Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think " A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
A Renaissance Dinner Party Guests:A Renaissance Dinner Party by social-shut-in
Queen Elizabeth the First
Lorenzo de’ Medici
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
Menu (More Snacks Than Actual Meal):
First Course: Manchet Bread with Butter
Second Course: Double Ale, Roasted Capon, and Game Pie
Third Course: Sweetmeats, Pastries with Marmalade, and Mead
da Vinci, Michelangelo, Shakespeare, Medici, Her Majesty
(Right after Her Majesty arrives and all are seated)
Shakespeare: I do believe all of us have arrived. Now, what shall we all talk about on this nice day?
Medici: I would like to ask Her Majesty how Her land of England is doing.
Elizabeth: It’s doing as well as your city of Florence, maybe even better. Our Royal Navy has expanded and has brought back many stories of the New World.
Medici: I do believe Your Majesty, is gloating.
Elizabeth: I feel no need to gloat. C
The Apology: Full ScriptThe ApologyThe Apology: Full Script by ZachValkyrie
Page 1: Six panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row is composed of one full-width panel. The middle row contains two panels of equal width. The bottom row contains three panels of equal width.
Top Panel: A long wide view of a large tan-grey concrete building in a vast field. The building is surrounded by a tall razorwire fence. Several guard towers are visible along the fence. The midday sky above the building is blue and cloudless. Behind the building, the fields stretch for miles without a single structure to be seen until the rolling hills swallow the landscape.
Middle Left Panel: Upward view of an unmarked black military helicopter with the midday sun peeking out from behind the rotor column.
Middle Right Panel: A view of the roof of the concrete building. The roof is made of the same tan-grey concrete as the building. On the right side of the panel, there stands a doorway leading to a stairwe
StagelightsStagelights by MirkwoodElf
INT. STAGE - NIGHT
CHRISTINE and LUCY work on the lighting panel on the stage floor. They are alone. There are only a few lights on above the stage - the audience space is dark.
A phone rings from an office backstage. Lucy and Christine look up, to the right; Lucy rolls her eyes and sighs.
Ill get it. Try switching the cables again. . .
She stands and walks off, through the right wing, leaving Christine alone. Christine kneels down and fiddles with the cables.
A noise, like the WHOOSH of a cape, sounds from somewhere out in the dark of the audience space. Christine looks up, staring out into the dark. She quickly stands up and grabs a screwdriver from the floor.
There is the sound of more movement, closer to her, then silence.
Slowly, she turns her head to her left, and, just outside the left wing, the PHANTOM st
Flower Crowns: DarylXChild!ReaderFlower Crowns: DarylXChild!Reader by Sunflowers-And-Fur
He had been walking through the woods, carefully picking his path as he became fully aware of his surroundings. Trees taller than skyscrapers grew widely, their limbs and leaves merged together to weave a thick canopy, trapping in the dank, cool air of autumn. The sun could hardly shine through, making the atmosphere even drearier than anything without company. The ground was covered in rotting leaves and pine needles. Gnarled roots of dead vegetation stuck up out of the ground, like the twisted hands of the dead. Winter was quickly approaching.
The deeper he got, the more his hope dwindled. Daryl hadn't seen anything since leaving the prison. Going alone, he expected to at least have a squirrel or two in his possession by now, but he still had all his arrows. He counted again, not wanting to go back to his group empty handed.
A noise caught his attention. Daryl immediately turned his body towards a thick layer of brush and advanced with his crossbow in hand. He paused far enough away
Walt in Wonderland: Chapter OneCHOOOOOOOOOOO—CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!Walt in Wonderland: Chapter One by WishExpedition23
The whistling of the steam train awakened the young four-year-old, Walt Disney from his sleep. It was the sound of the beginning of Walt’s life. Walt Disney is the fourth son of Elias Charles Disney and Flora Call Disney with his three older brothers, Herbert, Raymond, and Roy, and his two-year-old younger sister, Ruth.
The Disney family is on their way from Chicago, Illinois to Marceline, Missouri to start anew, away from the crime spree Elias was afraid would effect his children. However, they didn’t go on the train together. Flora hopped onto the train with Walt, Roy and Ruth, while Elias drove in a boxcar with Herb, Ray and all the family belongings. Walt’s eyes twinkled at the sight of the countryside quickly passing by with his head pressed onto the train cabin window.
The skies were blue like sapphires and clear as nicely cut diamonds. The clouds were purely white, full of fluff like sheep’s wool, t
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Eight“Terry, what’s that big dark cloud over there?” Lily asked in a frightened tone.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Eight by WishExpedition23
“Trouble.” said Terrance, “We’ve got to go back to the castle now!”
“But what about the pixie fairies?”
“They’ll be fine. We’ll come back for them later. Right now, I need to get you to safety.”
“Is that what you do for the princess, too?”
“THE PRINCESS!” Terrance shouted, having forgotten about his beloved one still somewhere in the Disney Worlds.
Terrance ran as fast as he could with Lily on his back. Sweat was running down his face and body he almost gained a side cramp. Within moments, Terrance and Lily returned to the Disney Worlds castle. The trees blew mildly at the time, but soon it will blow harder the closer the dark cloud of ashes come. Up the main stairs they went up to the front door where a magic broomstick servant creaked it opened to see what was coming. Seeing that it was Terrance an
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty SevenThe signals of Olin’s threatening entrance into the Disney Worlds continues to spread throughout the world like there is no stopping to it. It’s reached up to San Frantokyo, to Arendelle, to China, to New Orleans, to the Pride Lands, to all the lands Disney has made and the many of those who’s seen the signals are mortified to the extreme! No doubt there was any panic rushing up the nerves throughout the Disney bodies of everyone who lived there. For all they knew, Olin could be anywhere and that’s what made things even more frightful. It was almost enough to make them forget about the coronation for Princess Rachel the next day. The ashes from those signals proceeded through the skies nearly covering up the sun. They were on their way towards the Disney World Castle where many consider that place the headquarters of their world.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Seven by WishExpedition23
From the inside, Walt Disney could see the ashes devouring the atmosphere of his kingdom. He is a king who will later fight in battle
Do you wanna slay the dragon? Hobbit Frozen ParodyGandalf: Bilbo?Do you wanna slay the dragon? Hobbit Frozen Parody by RenegadeRena
Do you wanna slay the dragon?
And reclaim a precious stone
As a favor to your friend
So leave Bag End
On an epic quest
You can be our burglar
With those hobbit feet
We promise you'll share the wealth!
Do you wanna slay the dragon?
Oh please help us Mr. Baggins
Bilbo: Not interested Gandalf
Gandalf: Okay farewell...
Do you wanna slay the dragon?
And fight orcs and goblins too
We can visit Rivendell
To meet the elves
Doesn't that sound swell?
(You know it does)!
It will be a long journey
But for a good cause
You might not return alive...
Let's go to the lonely mountain
Won't you leave this hobbit hole?
Smaug is out there; he must be subdued
That's why we need you
So join the fight
This is the chance of a lifetime
I have faith in you
What is it you choose?
Do you wanna slay the dragon?
Painful Equality - Part 1 “You want to do what?” I asked my husband. He continued to sit there as clam as he was before he let loose the mental bomb I was now trying to deal with. I also knew that I was dealing with it badly when I walked away from him, into the other room to walk back into the room and back to my previous spot. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I closed it. I paced back and forth in front of him as I tried to focus on one single question to ask him first. I looked sideways at him just because I felt him looking at me and new questions popped into my head.Painful Equality - Part 1 by jemgirl
“Ahh!” I screamed in frustration as I walked once more across his field of vision before I stopped and looked at him dead in the face. His brown eyes looked back at me with that same sense of calm. This is not good. I leaned forward and placed my hands on both armrests of his chair as I hung my head. “Why?” I asked him. I knew my voice was low, but I also knew that he was cl
How DA Stole Christmas: ContestIt's the most cheerful time of year! Because...How DA Stole Christmas: Contest by OfOneSoul
- Christmas will soon be here!
Don't Bah, Humbug me, you guyz. :iconimhorrifiedplz:
In the words of the most loveable Christmas-hater ever...
"Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas... perhaps...
means a little bit more."
- How the Grinch Stole Christmas
It's 46 DAYS till Christmas.
I wanted to start this contest as soon as possible to give everyone PLENTY of time
to compete and think about their entries. I ALWAYS go all out for
Halloween... and never for Christmas. Which is another fabulous holiday.
That's why this year I decided to host...
How DA Stole Christmas
This contest is all about the best part of this beautiful holiday:
Prompt Partners: Contest Closed CONTEST IS CLOSED! I'll try to have everything judged and announced tomorrow. THANKS LOTS, LOVES!Prompt Partners: Contest Closed by OfOneSoul
Hey there, loves!
Why yes... yes, I am a woman.
I just wanted to make a VERY quick journal to remind you of my forum contest:
Click the very clickable link above. DO EET, OR I SPIT AT YOU. :iconstinkeyeplz:
Yeah, so. I've never been able to spit.
- the deadline is November 8th, 2015.
There is 1,500 at stake.
And you have to mention myself and the prompter to enter.
Drowning Sirens: Chapter OneDrowning Sirens: Chapter One by OfOneSoul
Chapter One: Voyeurism
"How many kids do you have?"
A voice crowed from across a large maroon fence separating all the neighborhood's front yards. Deanna Finnegan accidentally dropped the large box marked "breakable" and cringed at the sound of shattering dinner plates. She clenched her fists nervously and caught the eyes of her disapproving stepmother in her peripheral vision.
"Just pick it up, Deanna." The immediate Mrs. Finnegan ordered, raising her tone at the end of the sentence to intensify her disdain. Deanna scowled and watched curiously as her father crept towards the large fence until he came face to face, so to speak, with a large, gray eye. He knocked on the wood which caused the voyeur to turn away.
Deanna followed her father to the end of the fence and listened as the new neighbors made their introductions. "Hi, my name's Liam Finnegan, and this is my daughter, Deanna." Deanna nodded politely, grateful to be out of her stepmother's line of vision.
Drowning Sirens: PrologueDrowning Sirens: Prologue by OfOneSoul
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their day's work. She pressed her fingertips against the glass and smiled warmly as the small heads of her children bobbed across a hill of murky white sand.
Mrs. Waverly waved to them generously as they held up their toy buckets in triumph. The face of her eight year-old son was smug and confident while her four-year old daughter's was f
Conversations "Do you think I'll ever get good enough," I whisper in the dark.Conversations by LoveLitLanterns
"I don't know. It depends.. How hard are you willing to try, how far are you wiling to go ? To what heights will you climb?"
"...there's just so much to explore.. I don't know if I can ever even find it all."
"It's not finding it all, seeing it all, or knowing it all that counts. It's the thrill of finding it.
It's the hidden feeling you hear in a word. The secret crevice so unexplored by society. Be the one to search it out. Find it's hidden meanings. It's waiting for you, to make it your own. So step up, claim it. It's your right. It's anybody's right willing to try hard enough. Be different; be yourself."
Taking the first step of my journey, I toggled out. Sure I was a little unconfident, but I was going. That's what counts.
Soavist Quote: Internal TimebombAs ourselves, only we have the true power to disable our personal explosives. Sadly only too late do we realise this, so when one (another person) wishes to attempt such a feat- allow them. No, they may not have attained the true means to diffuse you, but neither do you more often than not. Even you alone do all this for temporary measures with shoddy tools- you know not how to utilise; for they are yourself.Soavist Quote: Internal Timebomb by ShadowsOfAVorlon
Someone will too possess these shoddy tools and lack of experience, but just because you cannot does not mean they cannot. It is greatly astonishing to see how observing from differing points of view, frequently gives one an alternate perspective, and so a, perhaps not the, means to do the seemingly unexpectedly impossible.
Sky Sailing Take a dip in the atmosphere.Sky Sailing by LoveLitLanterns
There's a million places we could be, but we're here.
Waltz with the stars.
Don't let reality be your prison bars.
Maybe your up that high.
Maybe the clouds are that low.
These are some things we will never know.
Heart to AvengeRemember when you said you'd always be thereHeart to Avenge by RenegadeRena
It was nothing more than an empty promise
I never dreamed of being forgotten
Thinking it was all for nothin'
Some nights I miss the warmth of your arms
How it made me feel safe from harm
Now you're a blacked-out face from the past
Didn't think that time would be the last
If that's how it's gonna be then
I don't care what you have to say
Don't wanna keep drawing a blank. no
We can't work it out
So shut your damned mouth
I got a silver bullet
And i'm taking aim
Better think twice
Before putting love to shame
I had a heart of gold yours was made of stone
You shouldn't trust an angel with a stolen halo
All that's left are these frayed heartstrings
So easy to lose everything
I'm coming back, coming back with revenge
'Cause I've got a heart, a heart to avenge
A heart to avenge yeah
Better to call it off
Better to play it tough
'Cause I'd rather be alone than listen to your lies
I don't care what you have to say
You're no longer welcome to st
Tangled is Better than Frozen ParodyParody of When will my Life BeginTangled is Better than Frozen Parody by RenegadeRena
Let's compare these two movies by Disney
Two heroines, a princess and an ice queen
Both have heart and a fair amount of whimsy
But I still find Tangled the film that reigns supreme
A coming of age and a runaway
The former is better, I daresay
Rapunzel makes a prettier cosplay
That's why Tangled is better than Frozen
Rapunzel and Elsa have powers they hide
Tangled came first so Frozen sort of ripped it off
All throughout our leads have someone on their side
Flynn is a better love interest than Kristoff
I prefer Tangled for its beloved plot
Sorry Frozen but the fight is fought
Tangled told a story that you did not
It's clear which I have chosen
So I'll keep thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
Tangled is better than Frozen
Both feature films have an appeal
They both push for the viewer to feel
But there is one thing that sets them apart
FeralHe told of how he'd found her whenFeral by Jade-Pandora
a comet streaked by overhead.
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied,
with heaven drifting from his eyes:
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
And when the comet comes, she'll leave
that day, and here I'll lay
where I'll love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
Priorities in a StoryI have noticed certain priorities that beginners have when they tell stories, vs. priorities that professional authors seem to have when they tell theirs.Priorities in a Story by MakingFunOfStuff
It's interesting that beginners tend to focus on certain things that more experienced authors seem to grow out of, and it makes me wonder why.
I've decided to make a list about some of these things. Not for the sake of putting them down, so much as because it is interesting to me, and probably worth considering.
I think we need to think about WHY we write certain things, and our attitude behind it. This is what makes certain topics either immature or mature.
However the line is often blurred.
"Mature" means anything sexual, violent or crass (or even just extremely emotional). There is no attention to how these things are handled, leaving us with a great amount of "mature" content that is the exact opposite of mature. Likewise, some very clever and ingenious books are marketed for "children," because they have none of these things, wh
Tips on Avoiding Word ConfusionWord confusion. You’re and your. To, two, and too. Their, they’re, and there. Effect and affect. Its and it’s. Then and than. Who’s and whose. Get the point? Good. Now learn the difference between these words.Tips on Avoiding Word Confusion by TheBloodyEpicPumpkin
You’re and your.
You’re is a contraction, meaning that humans, being lazy like we are, decided to make two words into one. You’re and you are mean the same thing. Your is possessive, meaning it shows ownership. Replace you’re with you are, then read the sentence again. If it doesn’t make sense, you’re probably looking for your. (Hey, look, a proper use of you’re.) If you’re owning something like your ego or your grammar, use your. (Look! My tips double as examples.)
To, two, and too.
Two is a number. Are you talking in terms of numbers? Did she have two slices of cake? Did he pick up two hookers? In other words, you can replace two with 2 (only, not really, because you
What is a Mary-Sue?--Character StudyIf you happen to love writing like I do, you tend to hear this term thrown around every once in a while. Mostly about characters created for fanfiction, but it can also apply to literature that stands on its own. Not everyone knows what it means, so I'll do a little clarification.What is a Mary-Sue?--Character Study by geekgirl8
When most people hear the term, they think of a peppy, annoyingly snarky girl with oddly-colored hair and a contrived name who is impossibly hot, possesses an innumerable amount of magical powers, and really can do no wrong and has no weakness. And in some cases, this trope is correct. In reality however, ANY kind of character can be a Mary-Sue. It depends on how the character is portrayed by the author.
Here are some examples. I'm going to use my character Sawyer Stone from one of my stories as a healthy example of a character, and a character I just made up named Anthy Silverbell for the Mary-Sue. She's already off to a bad start due to her having that name of hers, but let's continue.
I'm going to describe
Fantasy/Supernatural Writing Contestextended deadline to the 25th
also, just letting you know OLD (before October) stories and scripts are allowed.
Genre contest: Fantasy and/or Supernatural
Deadline: December 25th
Entries found in: http://fiction-writers.deviantart.com/gallery/39689821/Genre-Contest (Submit entries to Genre Contest folder)
Entries judged on creativity or originality, content, written skill, and characters.
If there are at least two entries from different members: first place receives 50 points, a journal feature on my personal journal + group's, second receives group journal feature (both features are in the winners announcement journal, featuring two other deviations i like of the winners') - unlocked
Three entries or more from different members: first place receives 250 , a 3 month page and journal feature & second place receives 100 , 1 month journal feature in group.
For any winner: Winners Package from :iconAnotherContestGroup
100 USD - Draw my OC Contest [CLOSED]WINNERS ANNOUNCED!!!
Thank you so very much for your amazing entries!!!
This is what will happen next:
I will give my judges five days to judge regarding to the point system I created.
I will announce the winners on 5th december!
THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR YOUR AMAZING ENTRIES!!!
Since many of you said that they would not be done in time, Choukun and I ( Mirocho ) decided to extend the deadline for TWO WEEKS AND THREE DAYS!
That means this contest will officially end on
29th november 2015!
We apologize for any possible inconvenience.
Reminder: (OLD) DEADLINE in
For the Love of LitUPDATE: I forgot to add a few lit contests worth mentioning. Look under the blue heart for details.
Just a quick guide for all you lit lovers out there on current goings-on within the lit community.
Firstly, I have stepped down as Co-Founder of Apocalypse-writing . I simply no longer have the time to give the group the attention and focus it deserves. The wonderful DameVulpes has been kind enough to take over. I hope you all show her the immense love and support that you showed me during my time there.
And now on to some features and such.
The Geek's Guide to Lit GroupsThe Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links:
Groups with names beginning with A - H
Groups with names beginning with I - S
Groups with names beginning with S - Z
The Geek's Guide to Inactive Groups
OMG it's DONE
What's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then with
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