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Morrowind: Journey to the East: Prologue
"Each event is preceded by Prophecy.
But without the hero,
there is no Event."
-Zurin Arctus | the Underking
A Fateful Heist
They had been watching the door for what felt like hours, and it was beginning to get dark. It would not be too long before Palonirya would be leaving her clothing shop, The Divine Elegance, sure to lock it up tightly behind her before heading on over to Green Emperor Way to meet with her not-so-secret love, Sergius Verus. It was a sort of weekly ritual for the Altmer and it was not uncommon for her to be out most of the night, sneaking back to her quaint home above her shop early in the morning, with the hopes that no one would notice. It just so happened that the seemingly unassuming beggars who wandered the streets had
No Need to BreatheThey swam towards the light, plunging deeper and deeper.
He felt no need to breathe.
Her arms guided him through the waters as her tail propelled them forward.
She must be one of God's creatures.
She began to almost dance in the water, spinning and swirling through the pristine waves.
"Let me help you," she had said. She had forgiven him. And now he was swallowed by the water that was her home.
A life for a life.
He felt no need to breathe.
The aged sailor leaned back in his chair. The youngun's surrounding him couldn't believe that the tale he'd told of mermaids, Blackbeard, and the Fountain of Youth had really happened to him, and less than a year ago.
"Yessir," he continued. "We never seen that missionary again. Fell in love with tat mermaid he did. Ran off durin' te last battle." He reached for his pint. "You know, o' course, tat a mermaid's kiss keeps a man frum drownin'. O' course, it got to be a real kiss, one o' love."
ReptiliaHe is fourteen when he starts to notice a change.
He is fourteen when he begins to notice the skin of his hands become swallowed up by hard and rigid scales that are as deep a green as the water of the bayou he grew up beside. He is fourteen when claws erupt from his fingertips, when a flap of skin stretches its way across his hands and feet, and when his teeth become more jagged, and more knife-like, like the crocodiles which his body now resembles.
The doctors call it a genetic defect, a gene leftover from the reptiles. They can't do anything about it of course, nature has run its course, and they very much doubt his human body will survive such an extreme physical transformation. But it does, and he eventually gets to the point where he resembles a two-legged crocodile instead of a man covered with scales. The transformation, painful and monstrous as it must look to others, isn't the hard part; it isn't the thing he loathes with such passion.
It's the people; the humans who look at
Innocent: A Thranduil One-ShotThranduil's eyes became heavier with every glass of wine. But that was part of the plan. The plan to forget. Unfortunately, it was, thus far, failing. Though he had had consumed more glasses of wine than he could be bothered to count, his memories were only becoming clearer. The door of the throne room creaked open, interrupting him halfway through another glass. The Elvenking turned his head wearily in the door's direction, his eyes straining to focus on the figure entering the room. He heard the quick patter of little feet and sighed deeply. It was too soon for questions.
"Ada! Ada!" Legolas squealed, running and jumping into his father's lap. He buried his face into Thranduil's cloak, his tiny hands reaching towards his father for a hug. "You've come home!" Thranduil winced, putting a hand up to his shoulder, hissing out a long breath of pain. Legolas didn't seem to notice. He looked up at Thranduil, brows furrowed in confusion.
Now Accepting Lit Suggestions!Hi, guys!
I am temporarily accepting Daily Deviation suggestions for Literature deviations until a new Lit CV is chosen! I am extremely excited to help out the community in this new capacity, even if it's only temporarily.
Here are my guidelines (which remain mostly unchanged):
Please remember, if you send me any suggestions to mention whether it is a Literature or a Fan Fiction suggestion. Thank you and start sending in those suggestions!
October Book Club: Selections from LovecraftTo help get you in the mood (hint: the mood is "insane") for Halloween at month's end, this month CRLiterature's Book Club will be reading a deranged selection of short stories and a novella by Western horror's creepy grandfather, H.P. Lovecraft.
excellentabominable anthology contains all the pieces we're going to use, as well as many other enjoyabledisturbing tales.
The Antediluvian Details
The atrocious works we'll be reading are: "Pickman's Model", "The Music of Eric Zann", "The Thing on the Doorstep", and "At the Mountains of Madness".
The mid-month discussion journal will begin on October 15th (via CRLiterature). By then, you should have read al
Love dA Lit: Issue 182Welcome to the one-hundred eighty-second issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
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All Hallow's Tales Contest 2014 - CAMERA OBSCURA Response has been great! New prizes and points donated, more photos added to the Morgue, and lots of interested victims! ALSO, added more pimpage to the Pimp Cellar at the bottom, so check out the other Halloween Doings around dA!
This contest is generously sponsored by prize donors and:
Ghouls and Ghasts and ne'er do wells, welcome once again to the LaBORatory for our annual celebration of prosaic chills in this, the season of all things spooky.
Have you ever ran across a photo, perhaps lying on the sidewalk, or tucked between the pages of the family Bible, a photo so strange that your mind just couldn't help but to form a story around it?
Dear writer, let this contest be the dusty attic, the abandoned parking lot, the spooky junk store with stacks of forgotten photos just waiting to have their story told. That, dear writer, is where you come in.
This is a Halloween-inspired, Literature-only contest asking for submi
I would love to see a Doctor Who/Transformers crossover. The two practically crossed over in the Marvel UK comics many times, but all we got were teasers. Particularly, I would like to see the Ninth Doctor meeting the Beast Wars cast. It'll never happen, of course, but it would be fascinating to see the PTSD Doctor deal with a race that's most known for its endless warfare.
I would love to see a Phineas and Ferb/Tom & Jerry Kids crossover, regardless of the legality and common sense! Because I love these two shows!
My dream crossover would have to be Neil Gaiman's Sandman with pretty much any series I enjoy. The joy with Sandman is that it can blend with anything. The main characters are universal entities/concepts (Dream, Death, Destiny, Desire, Despair, Delirium, and Destruction). I can't think of any franchise where they wouldn't fit in.
Current Residence: My own reality
Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal
Favourite style of art: Anime or anime inspired (*cough* Avatar the Last Airbender)
Skin of choice: Mine?
Favourite cartoon character: Starscream, Soundwave, Prince Zuko and the other Avatar charaters
Personal Quote: "I reject your reality, and substitute my own." Bonus points if you know where that's from.
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CandaceI have named the lumpsaltwaterlungs
in my throat Candace;
and she is what her name means-
penitent and contrite,
remorseful for every word that slips
past her because they all have
come out misshapen and wrong.
Bully You're ugly.howlingghostwolf
You'll never amount to anything.
No one will ever like you.
If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.
You have no friends.
People hate you.
You are a freak.
You have no place here.
You are nothing more than a coward who
is too afraid to step outside half the time.
Your face is like something from a horror movie.
No one will ever truly fall in love with you.
Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,
you are considered everything but that.
Hide behind your hair dye because you want to
feign like you don't care.
But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes into
You will never amount to anything.
The only thing you will ever be good for
is cleaning up dog shit.
You will never be good enough.
Why bother even dreaming?
How can you consider the possibility of love
when everything you do, the way you look, walk,
talk, move, think, can only ever be seen as
Not only is the outside hideous;
the inside is no better.
Why do you think you've
Don't Look Under the BedThe only rule we had when we were children was to never look under the bed.BlueBlueFox
Not just any bed, but the bed of our mother. She hid something down beneath the bed that we weren't meant to see. Some great secret protected by the boogeyman, she would tell us. "If you get on your hands and knees and try to look... he'll jump out! And grab you!" After the threat was made, she pounced on either myself or my brother, laughing and tickling until we were nothing but a pile of small giggles on the floor.
We took the words seriously, however. Running into the room to awaken our parents on holidays like birthdays or Christmas, or Thanksgiving, any of them and never once did we look under the bed. Sometimes we hesitated, sometimes we thought there would be a hand reaching out to grab us if we weren't fast enough. The ruffles of the bed covered the foot of the bed, so logically as the little kids we were, jumping at the foot of the bed was safest. It's what we always did, to get onto the bed and avoid
Why Peter is not a poet.Cole is eleven. Age matters in October, when twelve is the only difference between the haunted hayride and the shelled corn sandbox. Age matters when a boy says the word "shit" in school (and Cole does). But age doesn't matter when the same boy has both sneakers dangling over the edge of a 250-foot grain silo, his hands sweaty on the rungs, the state of Nebraska breathing vacant and honeyed and infinite below him. For the first time in his life, Cole can't be quantified by the candles on his last birthday cake. Cole is young, but today, he is worth saving. Three facts about Cole:freudenschade
1. His eyebrows are the most expressive arches his body has to offer.
2. He's so terrified that his very expressive eyebrows are threatening to take up permanent residence in his hairline.
3. He does not have suicidal tendencies, and later understands--for the sake of his mother's heart and Officer Roy's bladder control--that his strategies for
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for AdultsMy dear Lucy,MrWootton
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
– Dedication of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe
Some time ago I wrote an open letter on the supposed unsuitability of fairytales for children, criticizing the notion that children should be sheltered from fairytales. Another view, even more prevalent, is that fairytales are an exclusively children's literature, the rightful
HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.PsychoBluePhoenix
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.
Hypocritical Oath (Transformers Flash Fic)LeaderPinhead
A Transformers Flash Fic
Characters: Pharma, First Aid
Word Count: 500
There was something about the dejected slump of First Aid’s shoulders that Pharma actually envied. There was just…such an air of innocence in the movement that Delphi’s head medic could no longer remember feeling. Pharma took a moment to admire the lost emotion before seamlessly falling into the role of comforting superior.
First Aid looked up from cleaning the clinical tools they had used for the surgery when Pharma gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Pharma offered the other medic a soft smile and gently squeezed. "We can't save them all First Aid."
First Aid sighed and wouldn't look Pharma in the optic. "I know, I know. It's just...I don't know. It was such a simple procedure and I—"
Weekly Round-up!NaNoPrep Is Upon UsWritersInk
That's right, folks, it's October, which means it is now officially NaNoPrep month. What is NaNoPrep, you may ask? It's the time prior to the November 1st, when writers from all over the world begin preparing for NaNoWriMo, the annual writers challenge in which participants attempt to write 50,000 words during the month of November.
If you haven't attempted NaNoWriMo before, why not click the link and check it out. If you have done it before, and are thinking of taking part again, the site is resetting this week so you will soon be able to add in your new project for 2014.
You can't edit a blank page.
Whether you're a novelling veteran, or a tentative teller of tales, NaNoWriMo is for everyone. The work you produce doesn't have to be wonderful. Heck, it doesn't even have to be good, and as you're under no obligation to ev
Weekly Round-up!This Week's FeaturesWritersInk
I Am Amadeus by GuinevereToGwen
"It started with a mix CD."
This short story explores a beautiful turn of events, and shows how something a simple as a mix CD can bring an entire school together.
Not Damsel Fodder by AWaterFox
"Grab her, and lose a hand -- if not your chin, your eye, or your face entirely a la Lady."
This short piece describes a woman to be reckoned with, as wild as the seas she rides on.
Eventide by W-Lupus
"Inklings of white starlight dot the celestial canvas, swimmers lost at sea."
This brief piece explores a beautiful use of figurative and descriptive language to pull the reader into a rich and magical scene.
Issue 183 of Lov
Ready, Set, NaNo!So it's that time of the year again and we're all racing around trying to get our bits together for NaNoWriMo. OR, we're laughing at the people running around trying to get all their bits together for NaNo. In the past, I've written articles on what NaNo is and how to prepare for it. This isn't one of those articles. Well, not entirely. Let's start with the glaringly obvious.GrimFace242
What's the point of NaNo?
If you answered "To write a 50k Word Count Novel in a month's time," you're wrong. NaNo is about conditioning writers to write regularly, keep those creative juices flowing and to work under pressure. November is a busy month. Students are back in school. Parents are dealing with said students. In the United States, we have Thanksgiving and of course everyone is getting ready for Christmas. Add in clearing 1,667 words a day and we're talking about some major pressure. But that's the poi
Love dA Lit: Issue 183Welcome to the one-hundred eighty-third issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.IrrevocableFate
Note: NaNo Fever strikes again, it's getting closer and closer to November. Are you participating? Not participating? Let me know in the comments. I want to cheer for you whether you do it or not because I like you.
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This Deserves a Feature On Its OwnBecause the reception it's receiving now is actually becoming really, really surprising and I'm so damn happy to see this. All of you guys are inspiring me and I thank you all for being fearless. Thank you all for being so freaking beautiful and honest and amazing in your own perfectly imperfect skin. This is why I called myself chromeantennae because I want to spread my message and I never expected anyone to listen, but now that people are-- it's so humbling. This is exactly what I want to do with my time here. I want to inspire creation and right now this is exactly what is happening and I couldn't be prouder.chromeantennae
With suggestion, I've added my own deviation so you all can see what prompted this to begin with:
And here all of the pieces (besides mine) that seemed to have stem from one another in some way and I will add more every time someone writes a poem or response on this topic that was directly inspired by this:
October Prompt: Left For DeadSeptember's prompt, A Dinner Theater, had three glorious entries:HtBlack
The winner of our 100 points this month is FireFriesian, congratulations!
But on to the next prompt...
A tiny little bit of inspiration...
Killing isn't easy. Being killed isn't either, for that matter, most of the times. But say that someone who should have been dead, someone who you killed or you saw die, isn't. And what do you do then?
Someone presumed dead reappears. You thought this someone was dead, right, because you saw it happen... but did you stay to check? No, I don't think so. You didn't stay to give help, either, so you're as guilty as the killer. Maybe you're the killer. Or the killed?
A ghost, or beyond-the-grave story i