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Kalen-Bloodstone

prey are thee, as I pray . . .
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Swimming for the Future . . .

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Waterscape I . . .

Featured

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Literature

Rasp's Challenge Sheet

Your Conflicts Man Vs. Man  Man Vs. Nature  Man Vs. Self  Man Vs. Society  Man Vs. God/Supernatural Two "newer" types include Man Vs. Machine/Technology Man Vs. Destiny Keep these conflicts in mind as you create your motivations to match your "needs." Your Needs Physiological needs “For the most part, physiological needs are obvious – they are the literal requirements for human survival.”Breathing; the act of a person or other animal that breathes; respiration. Food; more or less solid nourishment, as distinguished from liquidsWater; a transparent, odorless, tasteless liquid, Sex; the act of reproduction in a spec

Acrylics

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Literature

FFM D2, Show-0ff . . .

"Ready to cause some Hell?" Andrea quirked. Her partner, Lilan, shook her in head in defiance. Before them lay several humans, beginning to rest for the night. Blinding light flashed in their vision, causing spots to form and vignetting their vision, obscuring the forest.  Fire was a human necessity, not faerie magic. It was an element Faerie's would never meddle with, for good reasons- it scorched their flesh, leaving behind dark burns. The humans knew this, and set beacons across their camps, hoping that it would persuade the Folk away. Lilan – being a mute – had to mime her way through the harsh world of Myth, of Fantasy and Gl

Challenges

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(Lit) Author Tag Tutorial . . .

Lit Tags

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Literature

Oceans sew the eyes . . .

Oceans sew the EyesBreathing down his neck The hair on his neck standing on end The steam of one breath of air An adrenaline surge of passion As they came together even closer Their electric chemistry fusing together more then ever before Eyes lost in the other's Vast oceans were covered As were the Isles of England The salty surf wading high on the coast -Just like their emotions Such love could not be contained or capsulated Not even by Dewars Obviously the undeniable happened Too quick these things happen So sped up That not even language may capture these feelings Not Latin Nor German Or even French- The language of

Poetry, AmUsing Series

5 deviations
Literature

That damned Line!

That damned LineWhen is the line too far away to cross? Is there a time, where, somewhere deep within us, that you can't even fathom jumping across that void line. Can it be said that they're even at fault, if they do cross it? Or can it be said that they did it of some sorta' free will? It's said that we all have free will, but in truth, do we? For the hundredth time, I've seen, where someone so innocent, and so abashed at the thought of something so vile, that they crashed away stumbling from it. Running, Leaping over that line . . . That simple line, which we mustn't cross, by fear of vile! That vile we originally ran

Poetry, Musing Series

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Literature

Zombies! Agape/Eros . . .

Agape/ErosHere comes the Bride is often overplayed, but when it comes to the wedding of a lifetime, Zombies are traditional. They sway too and fro, and by the nights end, their glasses will clink! You cannot deny these people their simple traditions, for after all, this is the wedding of a lifetime! Who said romance was ever required for two to wed? Agape is certainly here, even if Eros will never find it's way, but what use is Eros to the undead? And because there is no Eros, it can be said with certainty, that this is the wedding of a lifetime! And here they come, the dear couple; let us wish them the best, as

Poetry Challenge, Zombie Horde

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Ceiling Babies . . .

Photography, Hearst Glow Edition

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Welcome!

Photography, Indian Village Edition

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Waterscape II . . .

Photography, Spark Edition

24 deviations
Literature

Preload . . .

Preload With Soul on their trail, one was lucky enough to even see a shadow before they fell down, a big gash in their side or a slash to their neck, ending their life, breaking their spirit apart. After he had turned thirteen, few could say they lasted longer than a handful of minutes before having their own spirits parted, broken; not even duct tape could fix them afterwards. Even fewer could claim they had lived in the first place, and that list was becoming even shorter as he hunted them down, one by one. This is a tale of One of those people, who used to be on the list. Let's simply (and frustratingly) call it One. Or rather, a her One

Shorts and Excerpts

7 deviations
Literature

Unbearable Dakota, Prologue

Prologue Youth is such a good thing, I thought as I walked across the linoleum tiles. You can do whatever you want, and your parents can pick up the pieces. But as an adult? You have to watch your own back. Betrayals are more severe, and even more numerous.   You can always count on them lurking up on you, too- like the world is made up of dust, and they all decided to clump around your life and screw it up. But that's not the point, is it? Who knows. I certainly don't. My android commando ring tone brings me back to reality. I wrench it out of my pocket, only to find the caller ID blinking steadily. Blink, blink, blink. I star

Unbearable Dakota

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Lit Tag, Light, free

Scraps

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