ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Skin like asphalt,
exhaling diesel fumes
diode eyes flicker and see
the blood in these veins are coolant
life = magic = life
the voice is synth and electric
cobbled city spirit amalgation
run like the underground train
fly like a swarm of metal-sparrow
see like the Thousand-Eyed Spider
with lidless hi-tech lenses
watching everyone
you walk these streets
ignorant to the magic
thus ignorant to the life
but sometimes
you ...
sometimes you can hear it
the song of something greater
a sussuration of digital thunder
the anticipation of an unseen audience
whispers in the telephone
faces watching you on the tv
strangers turning around to see you
there is a call
waiting for you now
will you answer it
or
will you let fate do
Literature
Evolutie_paragraaf 58.2
In een wereld doordrenkt met verderf en terreur scharrelt onze voorouder; de Oetrus Hamsterus.
Trippelend beweegt het zich voort, op zoek naar voedsel om te consumeren. Het jaagt op de Poetus Pompeusoes; een kruising van wat wij nu als een eekhoorn en een stokstaartje beschouwen. Dit diertje heeft de eigenaardige eigenschap dat het in noodsituaties opeens kan vliegen. Zodra het diertje (ter grootte van een gemiddelde vuist) uit de noodsituatie verplaatst is verdwijnen zijn vleugeltjes als sneeuw voor de zon.
Deze eigenschap maakt de Poetus Pompeusoes tot een moeilijke prooi voor de Oetrus Hamsterus. Daardoor is de Oetrus Hamsterus ook spoed
Literature
49. Preservatives
There's something in my blood stream and it's keeping me alive. You could say that it's a poison and this is my sickness, but there's nothing toxic about it. If it were toxic, surely I would decay? I'm still around. No, it's not a poison; it's a preservative. It keeps me, like a dead creature floating in a jar of vinegar - only there is no vinegar and I'm not floating and I'm very much alive.
Literature
Elf King Chapter 01
Storm clouds gathered within the sky. The sun shone through the single mouth of the darkness, shining on the coronation chamber. On occasion, the spires of the sages would be struck by a wayward lightning bolt, but no power came of it, it wasn't yet time for the event.
Sebastian sat in the chamber, waiting for the coronation. The last king was unjustly slain. On that day, Sebastian and his wife, Ilena, had been invited to feast with the king. This feast also served to unite the greater knights, Sir Nameless among them, to strategize. A threat from the people of a nearby land sang bitterly for their people and rumors said the heathens comman
Suggested Collections
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
© 2016 - 2024 yzkethrag
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In