49 Recent Deviations
Him.Flesh like black coffeeHim. by Freestyle56
With an attitude to match
Bitter and overwhelming
A taste that's not appreciated by everyone
Put in some time though, add some affection
Sprinkle in a joke or two
Then that temper flattens out
And it becomes a smooth ride
An infinite mind but succinct words
The few spoken carry weight
A feather on your shoulders
But a ton on mine
You're a wisp
A pleasant yet fleeting thing
Always parading when you're willing
Sometimes I wish I could catch you
SpaceI took a walk amongst the stars,Space by DanielleDestiny
Danced around Jupiter, waltzed with Mars.
Wandered through the shrouded night,
Bathed in the glowing sunshine light.
Amazed I dwelt with Dwarfs red and white,
Felt the pull of Black Hole's frightening might.
But though I was stunned by this magical view,
Nothing, my love, compares to the wonder of you.
For NoahWhose eyes did you look into beforeFor Noah by TheEmptyChest
yours closed for good, Noah?
Were the last hands to touch you
those of someone you trusted,
warm and familiar,
or were they the foreign hands
of a stranger?
Had you already left when your
body was tossed into the dark
or did it embrace you,
and you let go, knowing
it would be the only thing
that would ever hold you again?
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
The Last DragonOn that winter's morning, the frost was biting and numbing on my hands and feet. I continued to trek on without protest, along with my father who'm I had been hunting with that day. We journeyed out of our secluded pasture to venture into the wild in order to hunt our quarry, and maybe even learn a few interesting facts about life in the process.The Last Dragon by thwackcrackers
One rule of life, for certain, was to expect the unexpected. We expected the frequent passing of deer, or the hibernating growls of slumbering bear. What we didn't expect was to stare into the face of a creature of legend and myth. It slowly slid its muzzle out of the frozen ravine, and studied us with eyes of flawless ivory. My father and I halted and he kept his finger steady on his rifle's trigger.
The quizzical glare coming from the creature wasn't a facade for malicious intent, rather for genuine curiosity and interest. With one heaving step after another, the creature, this dragon, slowly approached us. My father bravely shielded himself
Why Are You Still With Him?In the dead hours of the early morning, Joseph sat impatiently on his sofa, frequently checking his watch to count the passing seconds. Clear irritation and anxiety frowned on his face. His foot pounded viciously against the hardwood floor. Then, the soft clicks of tumblers reached his ears and the front door slowly creaked open.Why Are You Still With Him? by thwackcrackers
A girl fumbled inside, clearly striving to muffle her own movements as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud and tiptoed her way towards the stairs. Joseph switched on the lamp next to him, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl.
"Do you have any clue what time it is?" Joseph nearly bellowed at her, digging his own fingers into his arms to sustain his rousing anger.
The girl whimpered at the force of her father's bludgeoning inquiry. Her hand masked the left side of her face, and her right leg pivoted in a way so that it just barely hid in the shadows behind her.
"It's late, I know." She said, just barely sealing away the gates of her own panic.
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
The Riddler's WoodUlureia trotted silently through the dense woodland which ran parallel to the blighted Barrens, a scorched patch of earth extinguished of shimmering beauty and life through years of magical and conventional warfare. The centaur youth exited her home at the tearful embrace of her sickly mother, who pleaded for her to remain vigilant and safe. It was the war over the Barrens, after all, that took the life of her father and many of her kind.The Riddler's Wood by thwackcrackers
Now, Ulureia was the last vanguard of her bloodline, a single ember of light burning in a dark world. Her ailing mother, who kept to the home while she was away, fell victim to the Goblin Rash; a malignant virus which seeped out of the devastated Barrens. Green rashes and splotches of hideous black marred her figure. Her bones fell feeble and her once vibrant heart seemed to be siphoned by the illness.
Ulureia could only pray for a quick death for her mother. No manner of magic of elixirs could cure this newly bred infection. A wet tear st
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
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