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Fingers to the sky,
tracing twin peaks in the valleys,
ghosting under palm trees.
Everything was quiet.
I watched silently as a large buck wandered into the clearing. My body tensed as it walked closer to my hiding spot. I stared at my prey, my eyes focusing on its head and heart. I ease forward, causing the leaves that concealed me to rustle quietly, alerting my prey. The buck stopped grazing and quickly looked around, fearing another predator. After a while, it started grazing again. Now was my chance. My muscles twitched and a near silent growl escaped my throat. Now or never.
I let the arrow fly, watching as it sunk deep into its heart. The buck let out a strangled cry before falling to the ground, right on the arrow. Great, it’s gonna be hell getting it out now. I sighed and stood up, dusting the leaves and dirt off my hide pants. At least I get to finally eat something filling. Fruit and berries just aren’t enough. I threw my bow over my shoulde
If you are not a good artist
If you are not a "good" artist,
but still an artist,
"failure" is liberating
for you are free to follow your dream
without having to satisfy others.
Good artists already know this and they don't care.
However it's useful to know, to find out
if your "failure's" source it's really your bad art,
your personality or a rotten system.
Because Is Raining
-This story is about a girl with shinning hair and eyes which reflect the beauty of the rain.
She was very beautiful, but rotten inside... Her face was stone-still, expressionless.
Her gaze like shinning rain was cold, frozen. She had warm clothes that protects her from the cold outside, but in her soul was a storm hard (impossible) to describe and stop,
Even she did not know what`s happening with her own thoughts, with her own soul.
She is just a child. She had a too heavy responsibility for a child her age. But she continued to stand motionless while the rain wet her and the cold sting her.
The black umbrella can protects her from the rain, but not for the childhood`s vivid colors who was mutilated with cruelty and still struggling in her.
More chains, more cruelty and now her colors goes dark. Her memories was erased.
Her soul was blinded. All she can see was another people`s suffering, who passing along her, but never touched her...
Standing in the rain, protects by her umbre
What I Missed
Shameful of what intimating reality complicates
Through the idled ways time accumulates
The shadow of myself suffocates
Passive stupidity shields aggressive reasoning
Should have been wiser, should have been understanding
To what was everything is now ending
Someday will be the one day
Maybe there will something more
To witness what I missed
To vasilio mou
Το βασίλειο μου
Μοιράζομαι την τέχνη μου
Μοιράζομαι την ελευθερία μου
Αυτή είναι η καρδιά μου
Αυτο είναι το βασίλειο μου
Μοιράζομαι το βασίλειο μου
Μοιράζομαι την καρδιά μου
Αυτή είναι η τέχ
Otherworld Legacy - Nightfall - Prologue
Earth. Such a tremendous place. So much darkness across its greatest depths and so much light among its dreadful heights. It was first filled with speechless creatures. Afterwards with logical and intelligent species. Humans. ...But what was before them? What was after the voiceless animals? What did the ancestors see and, thus, the folklore was born? What terrified them? What did amaze them so much that forced the myths and legends to spread across the seven seas? Why do they all sound so much alike?
Each and every single person was told that humans are the only logical beings to have ever existed on earth. ...Some believed it. Some did not. Either way, no one really knows what lurks within the endless depths and heights. But still, those who believed were labeled as "lunatics". ...The truth is...that not everything is for every eye. Some things must remain hidden. Untold. Like an instinct of survival and self-preservation. Like
Engeltod XII - Spielschulden
Das Dorf stand in Flammen. Er hatte sich immer vom Feuer faszinieren lassen, bloß dieses Mal nicht. Voller Entsetzen sah er, wie die Silhouette seiner Mutter im Feuer umkam. Etwas warmes und feuchtes rann seine Wange hinunter. Waren das Tränen? Weinte er? Wenn ja, war es das erste Mal. Aber so schnell wie die Tränen gekommen waren Versikten sie wieder. Hasserfüllt blickte er auf die Dämonen hinab. Wie sie voller Freude schrien und brüllten, es machte ihn krank. Und ihr Anführer. Eine Gestalt mit einer riesigen Axt, die sie mit der Leichtigkeit eines Astes schwang. Eines Tages würde er stärker sein als sie und sie töten, wie jeden anderen Dämonen auch.
Vergil wachte aus dem unruhigen Schlaf auf. Seine Augen blieben aber geschlossen. Der Wagen in dem er sich befand ruckelte immer wieder leicht. Aus dem Radio sang irgend so ein Penner: „Living easy, living free. Season ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be
OCFN Takedown! E6 6/13/17
(we start as we see the outside of Williams-Brice Stadium where the time is about 7:00. Outside more stoked fans ready to enter the doors were live tonight is one of the most thrilling shows on Deviantart to date, OCFN Takedown! Outside on fan duty again is Rex “the hippie” Benson.)
Rex: OOOOO! MAN! Summer’s here, no school, no bedtimes, nothing to stop anything righteous! Like for example OCFN Takedown!
(He walks up to a fan)
Do you feel me man?
Fan: Um… no and I don’t think I wanna…
Rex: Oh don’t be a stick in the mud, give me a hug man.
Rex: Because it’s summertime! A time for love an-
(the fan walks away spooked like)
AW HAVE MERCY MAN! Well I guess summer don’t last that long, and neither does this segment. Start the show!
(We then cut to the theme song as a montage of action is shown on the screen:
A short (Innocent but tainted)
In the very husk of all that is evil and vile, lays dormant a seed of death... From within the seed, there is apparently life... but all is not as it seems.
"Splendid Seed" that was what HE said, but that poor child was soon gone from that decaying world...
A tentacle arose out from the poisonous black mist, and with no hesitation quickly and furiously impaled the hero through the chest...
Another moment and he could have been saved....
Oozing bloody energy out from his wound, he hung almost lifeless by that monstrous and slimy tentacle, for when the tentacle eventually pulled itself out of his chest, the child fell, he tried to survive but, the wound was too severe, he collapsed in the puddle of his precious energy....his last dying breath was to Cyprien "Never forget me" he then entered a long slumber never to be awoken again.
Then HE appeared from the green aura, sat atop his thrown, he folded his arms and grinned as he mocked the death.... "La mort du héros. Le d
Darkfire - Chapter 12
For lack of a better world
The next day, I didn’t go down to the dungeon. Darrell told me to spend the afternoon in my room and concentrate on my usual thoughts. “We’re leaving immediately after dinner. There’s going to be a TV debate for Plymouth’s elections, and I can tell there’s going to be a massive amount of Apollonids.”
I shivered. It was my first time! I had to fight a massive amount of them?
“But what?” Darrell thundered “Do you consider yourself not to be capable? Do you consider me to have wasted my time?”
This hurt. Shortly, but intensely, images of Darrell entertaining me as a child, with that happy smile he used to have, crossed my head. Darrell playing football with me and my dad, Darrell giving me presents for my birthdays, Darrell comforting me when I felt too lonely.
And yet it had all been false. This was the true Darrell. Darrell ordering me things a
Mature contentCelestia Sits on Fluttershy's Face Dragorguy 4 0
Prologue: How It Started
I shivered and pulled up my hood as the air suddenly chilled. The wind became harsher and the sky turned black. I glanced behind my shoulder to find a mysterious figure wrapped in a cloak looking at me, the icy blue eyes practically piercing my skin. I turned around, quickening my pace only to find the cloaked person in front of me, raising one condemning finger.
"You," the figure said in a deep voice, leading me to conclude that the person was a man. "Come with me."
I took a step back, and my eyes darted this way and that. I dared not speak. The stranger repeated his command, this time with so much force, it seemed to be pulling me towards him. In fact, it was. I screamed, my shout echoing throughout the street and to the mountains. Just as the man was about to grab me, another hooded figure swooped in and picked me up. A gasp escaped my mouth and the hero put a finger to her lips. I quieted and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
When I awoke, th
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your soul and your flesh
in soul and in flesh"
Over the mountains
and across the sea
I've searched for the land
where I can be free
Freedom is something
that I never had
The prisoner shouts
that I'm going mad
Voices are saying
I'm obsession's pawn
It looks they are right
myself I don't own
Alone I am walking
in desperate streets
What are my needs?
Alone I am walking
in desperate streets!!!
What are my needs???
A nightmare, a beggar
I'll wake by the ring,
my fever, my burden
I promised I'll sing
my flesh it's my trap
my sins eye is sharp
my soul and my flesh
in soul and in flesh
my soul and my flesh
in soul and in flesh
Forgiveness the secret
of my own tale
Forgiveness the secret
of our world's tale
Forgiveness the secret
of my own tale
Forgiveness and pride
divided I sail!!!
my soul and my fl
Disclaimer: This is my take on what is going on around the world. This is just my point of view based on my knowledge about the matter. It's hard to know exactly what's going on, so I apologies if whatever I say is false.
A lot of people are saying that Islam is a horrible religion. I understand why they are saying that since Islamic terrorists are the ones doing all the recent terrorists attacks. But the reason people think that is because they don't look at the global perspective.
Religion is not the (only) reason this is happening. Think about it. If religion were the only cause then these attacks would have happened way before; a long time ago. Not now.
It's a political reason more than a religious reason.
The reason it's happening right now and not 60 or 70 or even 100 years ago is because the western powers are interfering in the Middle East and Africa. And they are interfering in countries who's main religion is Islam. That's why "Islamic" terrorists are going to Eu
The Deadly Return: Chapter 8 - Tempus Fugit
" What? " Kitty exclaimed when she saw some aliens attacking a group of MIB and SHIELD agents.
" It's them!" Y added and recognized the people from afar. " Did they just follow us?"
" No, I'm afraid some aliens from a very distant planet chased our allies from the present time. " Qrow replied and saw the spacecrafts landed on the corners of Central Park.
" They have chosen Earth as their battlefield, " Clea the Ancient One added. " They will cause us another problem in this timeline."
" I can't believe this..." Williams surprisingly said. " It's time travel. Your friends might ruin the history's continuity. I think they have arrived from a black hole in space with that strong gravitational pull."
" Like a point of no return? " Qrow asked.
" It's not just like that, " the half-Asian man continued. " It can be a tunnel that brings them in
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Today I wished that you were here with me, driving on the right side of the street, sleeping in the right side of my bed. But hate always tears into my thoughts and I wished that you would stay in the desert heat and veer to the right and drive there anyway. Because this is impossible, anyway. Because you broke me. Anyway.
I hope you crash your Mercedes.
The bones in my back crunch whenever I stand, now. I feel as old as you. How anyone can have 50 trips around the sun without burning alive is beyond me. The ironic thing about my life is that I often find myself wanting to leave it. I don't have what it takes to be an astronaut.
The thing is, you are so gentle and kind and you have more money than you know what to do with. I am angry and sad and I can never be funny without being mean. I am tormented by you. This is solitary confinement. Abandonment. The waves won't stop swelling to a terrifying height and they lash against my back and it feels like that time you