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Like Kin: Part 27
Like Kin: Part 27
A pitter-patter gently reverberating down the hallway drew him from his slumber. He cracked open a single eye and sluggishly inspected their living room. Just as the noise had begun it stopped. Theo wondered what it could be. Birds landed frequently on the terrace outside, and drops of water sounded similar to what he had just heard. Similar, but not the same. The noise resumed, prompting him to listen.
Immediately a few details stuck out to him. For one, the beats were too rhythmic to be a bird. The disturbance was too deep-toned to be water dripping from the roof either, so he could rule out natural ambiance. The idea of an intruder was both an intriguing and distinct possibility, as it was the only logical explanation left in his mind.
Theo continued to listen, collecting even more information with every tap. Rustling, like fine blades of long grass in a strong breeze perked the dragon’s interest, because there were no wild fields of tares anywhere near their
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A Malnourished Spirit
The shackles on my arms and legs rattled my chains from every little quiver my starved body couldn’t help but make. My mind felt haywire from insomnia inspired by delusions of a grand feast, and I was at the head of that never-ending table. My wits had not left me yet though. My mouth was dry as desert sand and stomach so empty I believed implosion was imminent. The agonizing sensation filled me with dread. I was dying a slow death.
On the floor before me was a tray of bread and water. I dared not eat them though; I didn’t trust the one who brought them to me. I don’t even know why. He seemed kind and always wore a broad smile when he saw me, but what if he poisoned them? Why was I shackled to the wall? Did it matter anymore? He brought me food when I was hungry, and water when I was thirsty. It hurt to know I couldn’t bring myself to touch any of it. It was simply too good to be true.
Every day he said to me, “You’re free! Please, eat and drink!
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Arbitrary Hunting Surprise
Arbitrary Hunting Surprise
“Why the hell are we even bothering in this crap? There’s nothing moving out here, and it’d be a Christmas miracle if any of us actually saw something worth shooting. This day is a complete load of garbage, and here I am wasting my life away in this stupid forest.”
My curses and spite poured out of my mouth almost as heavily as the rain could fall from the low-lying cloudy sky above. I hated rain, but rain during rifle season made me want to murder someone with my bear hands in a blind rage. I’ve dealt with the occasional douche driving too slow and knowing it or that coworker purposefully slacking off so everyone else has to pull their workload, but this felt primal. It always rained during rifle season, and every year I was forced to endure the misery for the sake of pushing deer around.
“Stupid rain! Why can’t I have one good week of hunting without a monsoon ruining everything? It never seems to rain any other tim
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Did You Hear That? by gandof79 Did You Hear That? :icongandof79:gandof79 1 4
The Little Light
I hang in a small room,
Hidden away from most of the world.
Most days I never see even one person,
Yet I enlighten everyone who I see.
My owner says I am not where I should be,
That I am under-appreciated,
But I illuminate my little corner so well.
If only he could see that the place he plans for me is too large,
And I will never live up to his high expectations in his world.
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Like Kin: Part 25
Like Kin: Part 25
The road they walked on was not even a road at all, but a game trail which led up and down the steep slopes that divided the land into tree-covered vales and mountainous hills Mother Nature had successfully hidden away from the civilized races of the world. The path was too narrow for Theo’s bulk even at its widest points, so instead of using the path Ivan had elected to use, the dragon forged his own path, as he always did before he had Ivan to worry about. The older trees were large and easier to navigate, which made traveling for the drake easy despite the thorn bushes and annoying brush which forced Ivan to remain faithful to the game trail.
While they were apart neither of them spoke, but when their paths aligned Ivan proceeded to tell Theo what had happened, from the moment he had entered the forest to meeting the gracious Feliza to his encounter with the goddess. When Theo asked questions his human tried his best to answer, but without telling the sage dr
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Happy 16th! by gandof79 Happy 16th! :icongandof79:gandof79 1 5 I'm The Best Master There Ever Was by gandof79 I'm The Best Master There Ever Was :icongandof79:gandof79 3 8 Ye Old Campsite by gandof79 Ye Old Campsite :icongandof79:gandof79 1 5 Feel The Warmth and Smell the Smores by gandof79 Feel The Warmth and Smell the Smores :icongandof79:gandof79 1 3 Old Paints and Hard-on Blue Stains by gandof79 Old Paints and Hard-on Blue Stains :icongandof79:gandof79 1 2
Classical tones Vol. 3: The Modern Therianthrope
Classical Tones, Volume 3: The Modern Therianthrope
A foggy overcast blanketed over the city’s skyline on an autumn evening, a rare occurrence for the mid-western state capital of Detroit. A day’s rain on rock-hard earth and concrete failed to penetrate much more than a few inches, causing the excess moister to go somewhere in the sun’s brutal heat. It wasn’t long before the sun could not penetrate through nature’s smog and cast an eerie atmosphere most city dwellers decided was better to stay home and avoid.
A cold sweat trickled down Lena’s brow as she hastily walked down those hazy streets of Detroit. The sun had fallen below the horizon hours ago and made the alleyways and small places difficult to see. Her high heels clacked loudly, echoing off the aging red brick buildings like muffled gunshots in the distance. A chilling breeze swept through her professional suit and tie, inducing a shiver down her spine. Her ears caught the sound of footsteps
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C.T.Vol2- A Forlorn Benevolence In Fear's Twilight
Classical Tones, Vol. 2- A Forlorn Benevolence In Fear’s Twilight
It was a very hot and humid day in the southern state of North Carolina. Down by a lake in the woods, a group of boys left to their own devices wore nothing but pairs of shorts as they all ran down a long pier and into the cool, refreshing water. All that is, but one. Travis Ambren, a twelve year old boy from a small town some thirty miles from where he stood, shoveled a trench for a magnificent castle he had yet to build, one which he hoped would impress his mother.
“If all your friends told you everything they did was cool and jumped off a cliff, would you follow them?”
He had shaken his head, “No mom.”
She then bent over and kissed him on the head, “Good. You be safe, ya hear? No deep water.”
“Yes mom.”
Perhaps it was the inability to see the bottom, or maybe he didn’t have the rhythm like his brother and everyone else. All he knew
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Like Kin: Part 24
“See? He’s understanding. Theo only angry at himself because he lost you, and since you’re the only person he can be angry towards aside from himself, well, you’re simply going to have to deal with him. He’s the product of your mistake, no? Take on your problems head on, even if yours is a big, scaly, angry dragon who doesn’t like to express his emotions through any form of communication other than melting things into slag.”
Ivan sighed glumly, “Thanks for the helpful advice, but I doubt anything I can say or do will change his typical attitude”
In contrast to her human counterpart, Feliza felt fluffy and joyful through the link they shared, “I must admit, though I have only met about a dozen dragons in my lifetime, Theo seems well-contained for a dragon his age.”
His brow furrowed, “Really? How do other dragons act?”
She responded as happy as ever, “I’m glad you as
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Alright, as a disclaimer, and as a stop hand sign to everyone who decides this article becomes worthy of an angry mob what with the picket signs and pitchforks with the ever-so-sharp prongs, what I’m writing here is my opinion, based on the meagre experience I’ve had in writing fictional literature. You don’t have to believe I’m saying the right thing, you don’t even have to read my words. So before you rage, bear in mind I haven’t said “got to” or “you must” or anything remotely close.
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Lots of little things are coming together this year on DA! I was just looking at my profile page randomly and I happened to notice that in two days this account will be a whole five years old! Not bad, but unfortunately I have nothing planned to celebrate 5 years here on DA. Sorry folks, but reality is, i'm not as active as i used to be.

Speaking of that, I'm not going anywhere, i'm just posting less than i have in previous years. Part of that is because of life, because life is stressful and tends to grab every moment of your attention on the little things which never matter in the end anyway. The other excuse is because for the past couple years i've been trying to re-invent how i come up with my art. If you're a long-time watcher you know i've been trying to write in a more correct format, i.e. writing an outline first before i write 10 chapters and get myself stuck in a story going nowhere. And while i think my current style of writing will never truly phase out because ideas do spring out and need to be written on the spot or over the course of a few days, writing even a general outline and just knowing how the story should end in a general sense helps tremendously. Sure, that ending may change, but it won't likely contradict much previously written when the original ending was something else. I knew this would have to be the direction for IIT2, because trying to keep track of like, 3-5 different characters at any given time is very difficult. When i complete IIT, that story will be quite the accomplishment. 

But don't think IIT2 is the only thing being held back. ^.=.^

And while i was browsing on my profile i noticed i am approaching 20,000 pageviews! That's crazy! it's hard to believe i've accumulated that many pairs of eyes to this humble account. Man, the days when i was happy to make it to 1000 pageviews...... :D 

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Not much to say here; i like to write, and i have been working on a few stories of mine for a while. i live in the middle of nowhere, so not much to see other than grassy plains and old folks. it really is that boring, but i have become quite the Canasta/Hand and Foot(Arm and Leg, personally) player though.

~i'm trying to improve my writing skills here, first by fantasy and science fiction, and we'll see where i can go from there. So far i'm just trying to get ideas out and hopefully i can publish a book or two someday of my own creation. of course, this is some distant future that, right now, feels more like an alternate dimension in a futuristic timeline than where i want to be a few years from now.

~Fair warning for you now, i am a Star Trek fan, and so philosophy and debating follow suit with that. Also, i tend to choose Picard over Kirk, say Han shot second, decide that Babylon 5 was kinda cool, and tell everyone that Star Trek is better than Star Wars because Star Trek gives you puzzles to solve, while Star Wars merely activates the primal pleasure centers of the human brain because it's a scifi action romance with a happy ending. if you EVER think Star Wars is better, you should have a logical argument to back it up, otherwise Star Trek wins.

when im not writing, working, watching youtube videos while drinking tea, or sleeping..... well, im usually doing one of those. I'm your typical loser, don't worry.


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fireknight58 Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2017
When are your other stories coming back, like endangered species and ignorance in truth. You left one on such a cliff hanger, and the other you just seemed to stop writing. But on both you said in this comments that you would have a new chapter in a month or two, three at most... That was over half a year ago
gandof79 Featured By Owner May 5, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I'll admit freely that ES is probably dead, though my instincts say to leave no story behind. IIT is a continuing project, where i'm writing little bits and pieces to help guide me through that very complex and lengthy story. I'm in the process of writing another story too, which I hope will tide everyone over until i get my butt in gear for IIT. But for the most part you're stuck waiting. sorry man :shrug:
Belladonna-Bookweeb Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2017  New Deviant Professional Writer
I like your Deviations x3 


Here, have a watch!
gandof79 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks :)
Jcbq Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2016
Being that your a bigger trekie than I, im curious as to what your take on this little 'theory' is...
gandof79 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
For this response i will practically write a 2-3 page explanation as to why his idea of a fascist Federation DOESN'T work. I'll try to send it to you in the next couple of weeks.
Jcbq Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2016
Lol oh when i watched it i was expecting the FURIOUS typing of essays as to why hes wrong and frankly, i was actually expecting 5 from you...
gandof79 Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Eh, there's about a dozen different theories stating that Trek is like America, a dystopia, and now fascist? Meh, it's wrong for one simple reason: No active conquest. Everyone who joins does so willingly, and there are civilian built ships too, it's just that those don't really exist because fans haven't created a list of ships that people can acquire. I can simply point to the Delta flyer. Anyone with the knowledge can build a working warp capable vessel, and i imagine anyone who can is very well off. Now as for the need of money i feel like that isn't well explained, given that the Ferengi exist and use latinum as currency. There are other currencies as well within the federation's borders, so the entire federation doesn't REALLY run without some form of currency somewhere, it's all in who you know. AND, also, Star Trek Renegades. :) fanfilms made a way. But i think when Picard said that, he meant that the Federation found a way to eliminate money because they needed everyone's cooperation to survive. I mean, what good is money if you're dead?

But who works to get this stuff? 

I think he missed the biggest problem of ALL TIME with the Federation. WHO gathers the resources necessary for a moneyless society to function? surely there must be some way to compensate them, and my only response would be to share technology and ideas with those people. Some peoples would fall behind that idea and agree, but some people are just plain greedy. Not everyone will agree that just ideas for better machines/tech is a great deal in exchange for their continual membership in a Federation which does not make them rich or better off in other ways than making starships and defense platforms. 

This is the flaw of Star Trek: it's supposed to be a future where Man's problems are solved, but the problem with solving all the problems is that other problems arise which can find no logic as to why any society would want to live that way. I think once someone brings up an idea which solves how people can get paid for whatever they want to do, then Star Trek will feel more believable. Other, previous issues with Trek will dissipate, and some reason will have been given to live in a 'moneyless' society.
fireknight58 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2016
Did you favorite my wooden wolf? I just noticed its on your favorites list.
gandof79 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
i think i faved that in April. :) it wasn't too long ago, I know that for sure.
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