|My first Daily Deviation. |
My thanks to everyone who read the story, and to those who said they enjoyed it, I'm glad to hear it. This was a fun piece to do.
|The October Contest Winner. |
This is one of the works I've enjoyed making just as much as, if not more than, many of my role-playing campaigns. Alex Stryker, the character in this story, he's been in a lot of other projects and games that I've been involved in.
Handling Digimon, wielding powers for shaping matter, and now as a werewolf.
|Many of my deviations are based on werewolves or forum/pen-and-paper role-playing games.|
Pirate Ponies Gokaiger - P. 01Cannon-fire and explosions were carried out across the air. Weird, considering this was over a mountain range. The sounds themselves were coming from a large nimbus cloud, where a flying red galleon was battling against smaller alien-esque jets. The galleon fired 5 cannons at the oncoming fighters, obliterating them upon impact.Pirate Ponies Gokaiger - P. 01 by ~TwilitMoon
"Captain! Two more ships approaching from our starboard side!"
"Right! Doc, prepare to fire on my mark!" responded a red-armoured pony with full determination.
"Aye, captain!" replied a green-armoured pony in front of a terminal. There was absolutely nothing standing in between the galleon and the oncoming ships. A perfect shot.
"Fire starboard cannons!" the captain shouted. The cannonballs collided perfectly centered, causing the the enemy ships to explode. From the communication unit, a pony cheered and shouted at their victory. The captain, however, remained cool-headed. "Luka, calm down and tell me if you see anymore".
"Hmmm...no, there doesn't seem to be a
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Low Tide"Hey," Heather called out from the back door. "I thought of something."
"What's that?" Frank asked absent-mindedly as he blended blue and red to make ocean water.
"We haven't been swimming since last summer."
"Oh, you're right," Frank said, surprised. "We should practice before we go to Florida."
"Two steps ahead of you! Put your trunks on."
"But it's dark out, and we're miles from the lake," Frank sputtered.
"Just trust me," Heather teased. "I'll go change, too. Race you!"
With his best skeptical smile, Frank put down his pencils and headed for the bedroom. Heather already was in the closet to get her swimsuit. Frank went to the dresser and dug around for his trunks. He finally found them, and with a shrug, undressed to put them on.
To his dismay, they barely stayed up. He tugged at the drawstring, but willpower was still all that kept them from sagging. "Heather?" he whimpered.
His wife emerged from the closet with the same predicament; both bikini top and bottom were too loose for c
10 Tips for Novel Writers
1. Dont Find Time, Make It. Too many authors think that they will find the time to write sometime today or this week or next month. But think about it: when was the last time you said, Hey, look! I just found a twenty fifth hour in my jacket pocket! You know how many hours there are in a day, so stop fooling yourself. If youre going to have time to write, you need to make time to write. Whether you set aside the same hour every day or use those few minutes you have between classes, make sure youre devoting that time entirely to your writing, not sharing it with your favourite reality tv show. Writing during commercial breaks cuts your time by at least two thirdsimagine what more you could have written had you been able to focus your time and energy.
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