Art is life... the more art you see, the more alive you'll feel.
"Why do you think someone would purposefully hurt themselves by taking anything addictive," she asked."
This story presents a vision of a possible future. This story is designed as a warning to all that addiction doesn't always need to be a controlled substance or an addictive drug. Addiction comes in many forms and sinister disguises, and in almost all cases addictions do not have happy endings, since you must always give up something to support the addiction.
This story presents addiction that many do not recognize; addiction to technology, computers, and the internet. I may have a mild form of this addiction... I initially wrote this story with pencil and paper during a point when my computer was broken, and I had no access to the internet. And I went through withdrawal during that time!
|I'd like to spread this idea around a little. Let's start critiquing artwork together.|
I think that Collections is a really awesome feature, and I use that feature a lot, but from what I've heard around from a lot of other people, a favourite without a comment means absolutely nothing.
I'd like to start giving back to the community by using another feature which has been around for a while. The Critique feature. Good critiques are valuable! Favorites are nice, comments are good, but honest well thought out critiques are great.
If you need help in writing a critique, the featured tutorial above offers practical guidelines on where to start and how to complete an advanced critique. This tutorial has been translated into French as well, and the French version can be found here.
To find things that you can critique check out the "Critiqueable" gallery.
I feel like I need to run.
I'm not sure to who.
I don't know what I want to be.
I don't want these feelings anymore.
Cry just to feel alive.
There's too many problems to fix.
Will lieing get me into heaven?
I have to be saved before it's too late.
Hide the fear behind "I'm fine,"
"Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man's growth without destroying his roots."
- Frank A. Clarke
"To help, to continually help
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Chromamancer Chapter OneAs a child, I always felt a strange connection with the world around me. I guess a connection is the wrong way to say it, more like a resonance. Like I was vibrating in tune with my surroundings especially when I was in the woods. I didn’t know it then, but there was a reason for that, and my parents had everything to do with it.
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m Cecil, and I’m a Slinger. That term is kind of confusing, isn’t it? A Slinger is slang for someone who can magically control an element. I can influence plants through an emerald ring my mother left me when she died. The ring doesn’t have the power to make plants grow and change, but I do. How can that be? I have to go back to the beginning to explain.
My story begins a couple years after my mother died. My father and I were kind of estranged at the time, and I was living in the big city. I was working a dead-end job and living in a rat-hole of an apartment, but it was okay.
Origins, Chapter one"Pathetic little rock, isn't it?" Karec asked as he looked out over the rocky vista through his helmet.
"I don't think any new world we visit is pathetic." Vilsid replied through the radio as he continued to collect samples.
"If you ask me, we should be looking for more planets with life on them, see if we can't add some new life forms to the imprint registry."
"You and your registry, will you ever not brag about that?"
Karec shrugged. "probably not, but I'm a biologist, not a geologist. Rocks and minerals bore me."
Vilsid closed up the sample bag and shoved it into Karec's chest. "Here, if you're bored, then you can carry this back to the shuttle."
The two scientists made the trek back to the landing site, sample bag in tow. This had been the most recent stop of the exploratory vessel Valiant. The ship was the first of it's kind, sporting a prototype hyperdrive more powerful than anything build by Walerian science to date. the secret behind the ship's power was the dark matter
Gloomy Ruins Everything - First Chapter (Sample)
It starts with the children. They come into this world, hearts overflowing with so much love that it cannot be contained. It spills over by the gallon, blessing everything it touches. A child’s love contains great power. In fact, it might just be…magical.
Plastic gets molded, wood carved, metal assembled, fabric sewed and stitched. These materials become tiny creatures or people. Toys. They become friends for any innocent soul. Without a child’s love, toys are merely empty shells with no purpose. To be loved means to live. Children come to see their inanimate friends as alive, and, as a result, it becomes true.
Love flows through those lumps of matter like warm blood. Stuffing becomes a network of nerves, hollow heads
LostAnd again I lay to sleep
with thousand riddles as my sheets...
Where to go?
Where to stay?
As a broken record I go on
with these questions in my mind...
Where to go?
Where to stay?
Every night becomes the worst
as my demons haunt me like I'm cursed...
Where to run?
[:And I screamed from the bottom of my soul,
yet only silence echoes me back.
And I reached to the people in the light,
but noone seemed to hear my voice.:]
And again I search for clues
hidden down in rainy woods...
Should I go?
Should I stay?
Surroundings change as the roads
still stay the same..
Should I go?
Should I stay?
From nowhere voices chase me
without a hint of mercy...
Where to run?
Where to hide?
[:And I screamed from the bottom of my soul,
yet only sile
To Someone Who Needs It To Anyone:
Some people are really cruel and judge others by their appeance. But honestly I think that the way you doesn't matter when you have real freinds because the last thing that a real friend is going to do is judge you by your appearance. When I was in...hmm.... Sixth grade my teacher had all the kids write what the want in a wife/husband and the biggest thing that was pointed out in those letters, was that everyone was specifically saying what their companion would look like. *laughs* at the end of the day the teacher handed out letters back and told us we all failed.
Because no one put down what they want in a person emotionally. *looks at you* My point is. If your different from everyone's expectations are far from what they WANT you to be they will treat you like an outcast. And honestly that's not f*cking okay. But no matter how cliche this whole thing is I'm here and don't care about what others think about you. Because I love you for who you are. Not for
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
The Lights Are On (But No One's Home)In the house of stone and light
her body weighted into the earth
the candles flickered
as if their orange tongues
could lick life back into her cheeks -
they could not.
The house held her in its chest
and let the rain whisper its hymns to her,
she slept on.
She slept on and on,
on a bed of withered red roses
in the house of stone and light.
The BagelHe spread the cream cheese thickly over the toasted bagel. He had toasted it for a few seconds too long, the unfamiliar toaster did not know his tastes precisely and they had had a disagreement over the matter, but the bagel would still taste good. Especially after the hard day's work he had just put in.
Rummaging in the fridge further he found some sliced ham and decided to add it to his bagel. He wanted it to wave artistically and make it look like those artsy bagels he saw on the internet but the ham lay flat and cold on top of the white cream cheese floor. He sighed. Did everything have to be so difficult these days?
Eventually he gave up on making the bagel look pretty, shredded the ham and repeated the action on a second bagel for her. He started to rush. The sun was drooping sleepily in the sky and he didn't have much time left. He had to go soon.
"There you are dear" he said, placing the bagels on the table with a corresponding clack as the plates hit the wood. "Just as you lik
Alice in NeurotypicallandGet me out of this neurotypical 'wonderland'
where everything's chaotic and nothing's planned.
Where Mad Hatters and March Hares are given a chance
but Alices are whipped for not knowing how to talk to plants.
Where we must squeeze through doors, grasp what's unsaid
before society screeches "Off with her head!"
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy for
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
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Hi, I'm exarobibliologist!
My username is a made up word, formed by combining the Greek words exaro ("to dig"), biblia ("to read", "books", "library"), and ology ("person", "one who"). Put it all together, and I am "one who digs good books", or an exarobibliologist.
I've had several usernames in the past. For the longest time (11 years), I was cypher-neo. My original username had nothing to do with the Matrix, and you can only take so many Matrix jokes before...
I changed my username to archaeobibliologist, which I thought meant "I dig good books", but I got my Greek words mixed up...
So I finally changed my username to exarobibliologist.
Let me tell you a little bit about me:
I am normal person with opinions and feelings, just like everyone else. More specifically, I am an INTJ, with an IQ over 180. As an introvert, I'm very awkward socially, but I do my best to smile at all times, and I have an infectious laugh when amused.
I figure I'll never be remembered for doing anything impressively special in life, but I hope to inspire other people, and to be remembered for all the small things I've helped in.
I am addicted to coffee and hot chocolate. I hate weak coffee!
I'm a professional photographer. I shoot engagements, weddings, nature, fashion, models...
I'm a nerd, and I revel in my nerdity. I give wannabe nerds an inferiority complex.
I'm a book nerd! I usually finish a book or 2 (sometimes 3!) a week. Although I respect the continuity of trilogies, and will read them in order, it's not unusual to find me reading 5-6 books at any given time.
I'm also a Linux nerd! I assist on the Linux Mint and Debian Linux IRC channels. I'm usually tweaking something on my computer, or shell scripting.
I feel I'm better at writing stories than poetry, but sometimes I can't think of the words to say to write longer, so then I write verses. I like vividness of subject in both pictures and literature. I enjoy writing parodies on existing songs and poems.
I'm very eclectic in television and movies. Mostly anime, science fiction, and fantasy, but occasionally I do something from another genre.
I was a MN@ for about a year and a half and I enjoyed every minute of it! Volunteering for deviantART is a wonderful experience and I encourage everyone to try it.
I only take critiques well when it's coming from someone who wants to help me improve. I don't respect criticism from people who give decide that an art critique can also include comments about my parenting, or other similar incendiary subjects. I don't mind getting a negative critique; but when you critique me please do it to help me improve. Don't just bash me...
I am fiercely loyal to all of my friends, and I always stand up for my friends and what I believe in. If someone does or says something that I feel is wrong, I'll respond and, I can be a fierce fighter when I'm needed to be. I will help people unreservedly. If you ever need any help, just send me a note and I'll be glad to assist you as far as possible.
I'm an Admin on SeniorSelections. I select artwork to feature in Cosplay, Science Fiction, and Space galleries. Please send me the suggestions you have for those art types. Any art I select to be featured on SeniorSelections I suggest for a DD.