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The object of my article, keep on deviantARTing, is to explain certain aspects of devianART that sometimes get muddled or some may not fully understand. I have become rather adept at commissioning others and felt that my knowledg
Blood Regent: FaithfulThe beads were cold on his fingertips. The old brick of the church smelled of mold; corroded by the decades of winds breezing up from the loch.Blood Regent: Faithful by OfOneSoul
“O my God, I am heartfully sorry for having offended thee,” he rolled the bead along the edge of his finger. The words spilled from his lips, memorized but still genuine. He lifted the stick until the candle finally breathed flame.
“- and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, but most of all because I have offended Thee my God…”
“Garrett,” a voice called from behind him.
“- Who is all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve…”
“Garrett, haven’t you asked enough?” Garrett felt a hand brush his shoulder. His scar rubbed against the cloth and the feeling was unpleasant.
“That is the point of repentance, Duncan. It will never be enough. Leave me to my prayers, please.”
Garrett watched Duncan’s shadow dance across the walls. He p
Raffle - 200 points!Raffle - 200 points! by galia-and-kitty
10 lucky winners will get 20 each!
Also, we will add one colored headshot in the prize list if participants will be more then 1000!
~ RULES of Raffle~
1. this journal
2. Optional: make a journal about this raffle
3. Optional: mention 1-3 your friends (more participants - more chances for adding colored headshot to the prize list!)
Thanks and good luck!
Raffle ends: September 1st
Kibo no Hikari by galia-and-kitty Commission: Goddess by galia-and-kitty
Commission: Swimming Race Underwater by galia-and-kittyStorming of the Bastille by galia-and-kitty
Don't Judge - ComputerI've been having rought timesDon't Judge - Computer by Mag889
with my own mind and feelings lately
and my mind is like an ocean and it can be really overwhelming, it's like partially tamed
not all software is compatible and conflicts happen frequently
but it has
word processor and
and pretty good
awesome, just awesome
when it's not disturbed
So I've learned a new trick
I try and stop judging whatever it does
I stop it if it hurts
not judging brings a totally new quality into my life
it drops a weight
Then it can process word faster without software restrains
Prompt: The Sun, The Moon, The StarsHello and welcome to GoldMedalArt's prompt! This prompt is based on The Sun, The Moon, The Stars -- so go wild with that idea. The prompts we make are to get your creative juices flowing and challenge you to do your best -- so good luck! Three winners will be chosen and featured in the Winner's journal! Closing soon!!!Prompt: The Sun, The Moon, The Stars by wdnest
The Sun, The Moon, The Stars
That could mean anything, it doesn't have to be a space theme, so get creative and try to stand out. It can be a sunny day, your favourite star or a crater on the moon. The art piece you do doesn't have to have all 3, but if you want it to, go ahead, just make sure to include at least one of them. Extra points if it's original and creative.
The art piece you submit can be drawn for the competition, or a previous artwork in your gallery.
It'll be judged by zepIyn, wdnest and
How to be Populardon’t talkHow to be Popular by Oilux
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Dead End: Ch. 11 No Light at The EndYou better take your friend with you again, when you go see her...Dead End: Ch. 11 No Light at The End by WriteRelease
Rochelia's words repeated in Stella's head. But who to accompany her? Harley was her first choice for obvious reasons, but she also told Zashmar he'd go with her. However, since losing her job, she couldn't just waltz into the asylum any more and she didn't know where he lived. She felt rude asking Cael, since their visit to Athena's went catastrophic. Then she wondered what actually happened between him and Rochelia, he never mentioned that. He looked pretty embarrassed about it... No, she didn't want to know. Stella huffed as she drifted through the aisle in the Icky-Quickie Mart, picking up milk as they'd ran out and she knew how much Zashmar loved his branflakes. Zashmar Stormcrow. Her last option. No way, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. And what if Cael happened to peer out of his window and see them together? He lived in the same area as the twin psychos. Then a thought struck her; maybe he knew whe
six words concerning self-esteema declawed cat can still bitesix words concerning self-esteem by WizardHowl10001
VisitorThere is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,Visitor by sliverofciel
wrist-deep in fresh soil. Her hands are birds
It's late, but no one comes to take her home.
The pale moon offers a silver smile -
the clouds disapprove.
Too tired to dream, she buries her legs in sky.
Tonight she is invincible, untouchable,
this frail girl beneath the stars
this death in light.
There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,
falling to her white knees. Her stare is a pane
The eyes of the living are often murky but
the eyes of the gone
Stories about our fatherOur father is fourteen in this storyStories about our father by cowcreamer
so we must imagine him young and slim
bobbing on his toes, the quiver
of his racquet like the quiver
of a cat’s tail.
We’ve seen our father play before,
sitting courtside with our action figures
and paper dolls,
deadened to the minor explosions
of balls striking asphalt.
But we are surprised now by the
in his face, his eyes moving the tight loop
from court to net to opponent
and back again.
And it occurs to us
that we haven’t occurred to him.
Our father is pre-marital,
his world blazes between these
But soon we look where our father won’t:
To the stands where
our boy-faced uncles jeer
beside our grandmother, thin and erect
where we know her
soft and stooped.
She raises a hand to the metallic crest of
her hair and calls out,
David! What’s the score!
And it is understandable to us
that he pretends not hear.
That his shoulders twitc
Hey guys! Would you mind if I took a moment of your time to ask if you'd check out my new group, The-Exhibit? I created it a few days ago and it's quite different from anything that I've done before - and as far as I know and can tell, here on deviantART too - and I'd love to know what you all think of it! Please give it a quick glance!
<- You can find it right here, thank you!
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