| Bookmarks of the main characters in my pirate story Hoist the Colors |
Bookmarks
Hoist the Colors
| Hoist the Colors Ch.1 has received a Daily Literature Deviation thanks to the lovely Miss-S-Bird! All hail the wonderful woman! |
Photography
| My attempt to uncover the beauty of Nevada. |
Amelia Goes to Egypt
| Amelia Goes to Egypt is based around 1889 England. Amelia is orphaned and goes to live with her godfather who is an Archaeologist. Soon, she will embark upon an exciting adventure of intrigue, mystery and romance. |
Newest
Random Favourites
The Resented Ch6Chapter Six- Lab RatThe Resented Ch6
Three years later
As the many years past, whenever we were outside of the cell, all four of us were linked together by a chain around our ankle. We created a sort of code. We would speak in rhythms to each other when the guards were near. We would look depressed or sad while miserably quarreling with each other. That is the only way we could be assured to stay together. As soon as they saw us liking each other they would move us to another stall or put us through more hours of torture and experiments than we were already getting. It was their way of breaking our mental spirits. One day, three yea
by ~Emrose88
The Resented Ch3CHAPTER THREE The UniformThe Resented Ch3
Alice woke up to the loud noise of the metal door swinging open. She had never realized how quiet it was in the small room until that point. She felt groggy. It was painful waking up, really painful. Every muscle in her body screamed against it and her mind exploded with a new and splitting headache. She wanted to sleep more, but a guard started yelling. Alice looked up only to realize the yelling was directed at her. she looked around at the four strangers, who appeared to be wide awake. The younger American man smiled warmly at her. She
by ~Emrose88
The Resented Ch2CHAPTER 2 OrientationThe Resented Ch2
“Hey,” Rick took Alice’s hand and pulled her out to the backyard, where a crowd of people stood drinking, or playing volleyball. The party was getting a little too busy inside and Anna, whose parents owned the place, was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. She was rightly paranoid that the party goers were going to break something. “Why don’t we ditch this party and go somewhere a little more quiet?” Alice laughed at his suggestion. She had drank a lot that night but she was not about to go off into the wood
by ~Emrose88
The Resented Ch1Chapter 1- HopeThe Resented Ch1
“I miss the sun. I miss my name. Oh God, what’s my name?”
The words repeated over and over in her head, like a broken record player. Blood trickled down her temple in a light thin stream. It was just starting to dry. She had been up all night and the morning light just began to show through the blindfold that had been tied tightly around her eyes. She heard the distant chatter of Arabic mixed with French. The realization that she was not alone sent her heart crashing in her chest. She sat
by ~Emrose88
The Resented Ch4When I woke up, I noticed the room was empty except for the man around my age. I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself to a sitting position. He was awake and sat tapping his fingers together in boredom. He was not leaning against the wall and once I observed him closer, I saw it was because there were lashings across his back. The shirt he wore had wide necks that partially exposed his shoulders at times. I could see the fresh scars climbing up his back, although he looked as though he had not a pain in the world. The most striking thing about him was his beautiful green eyes. I guess that was one thing the guards could not take away fThe Resented Ch4
by ~Emrose88
Lady of the LakeThere was a time I walked the shores, Of redemption and of pain, When from the lake her beauty called, And out of the waters she came.Lady of the Lake
Her eyes of blue captivated my soul, Beckoning me to her side, Her siren song unique to me, As she beseeched I be her bride.
Only when I loved her, She would be free of spell, To replace her fins for legs, So with the humans she may dwell.
I swore to her I would learn to love, Though it may take time, you see, The curse she put me under, Shall keep me trapped for all eternity.
Until I can
by =star-blazer
Critiques
Fave News
- 51 Daily Literature Deviations - November 21, 2009 - Nov 21, 2009
- 23 *Critique-It: CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS - Nov 20, 2009
- 11 WRITE A CRITIQUE Contest - 10 DAYS LEFT - Nov 20, 2009
- 16 Write a CRITIQUE GUIDE Contest - 10 DAYS LEFT! - Nov 20, 2009
- 76 Daily Literature Deviations- November 20, 2009 - Nov 20, 2009
- 23 *Critique-It: Progress Report 11/19/09 - Nov 19, 2009
- 84 Daily Literature Deviations - November 19, 2009 - Nov 18, 2009
- 931 Hate Mary Sues? Don't we all! (Part Two) - Jun 29, 2009
- 2040 Hate Mary Sues? Don't we all! - May 30, 2009
- 1109 Lessons Learned: How I Dealt With An Art Thief - Aug 3, 2007
To Where the Map Leads 
PiratedeviantID
| Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. - Mark Twain |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Sparks
- Interests: Painting, writing, walking, watching movies, reading, sewing
- Favourite band or musician: Deathcab for Cutie, Decemberists, Dave Matthews band, The Cure, Blue October, Bright Eyes
- Favourite artist: waterhouse
- Favourite poet or writer: too many, far too many.
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite game: MMORPG -LOTR
- Personal Quote: Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow.
- Tools of the Trade: paintbrush, key board, pen
- AIM: anvlioness
Would you be interested in purchasing a bookmark for $1.00 each?
| 62%
21%
17%
|
Visitors
- Nov 21, 2009 @ 8:40 am~uhn-in-spahyuhrd
- Nov 21, 2009 @ 5:20 am~Tenri
- Nov 20, 2009 @ 10:11 pm~Twillin
- Nov 20, 2009 @ 8:01 pm~lioschulze
- Nov 20, 2009 @ 7:32 pm*OniNatsuyo
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
just wanted to thank you for your news articles about getting lit works published ^^
they're amazing
--
reach out and touch me
--
Go crazy!!! create worlds!!! design your room!!! write a book!!!! and Enjoy!
--
Critique-It ~ Honest, constructive criticism for the serious author.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. *Psalm 62:7
--
Hope incubates in the warm loam of every armpit. --Tom Wolfe
--
Critique-It ~ Honest, constructive criticism for the serious author.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. *Psalm 62:7
--
my profile: [link]
my gallery: [link]
--
Critique-It ~ Honest, constructive criticism for the serious author.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. *Psalm 62:7
I was wondering if you would look over my work and maybe give some feedback?
It would be greatly appreciated
--
Just a clock to beat and a hand to choose - The Cab
--
Critique-It ~ Honest, constructive criticism for the serious author.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. *Psalm 62:7
And '
That would be great
And a critique would be fine
--
Just a clock to beat and a hand to choose - The Cab
Previous Page12345...Next Page