|Here are the first pages of The Human's "Escape."|
God Of SoapGod Of Soap by jackgunski
The priest approached the altar, coughed once, and read from the scripture.
“The people were covered in a layer of filth, so He delivered unto them his wisdom. He said, “I am the God of Soap, bow before me, and I will rid your world of dirt and disease.”
“And the people screamed in joy, although nobody knew what soap was. He delivered unto them his second message, “Rub this gift over your bodies, and it will create a cleansing lather to rid yourself of your dirty burden.”
“And Fredrick distributed the soap amongst the people, and the people, once again, responded in great confusion as they rubbed the bars against their skin. Then the God of soap spoke a third time, “use it with water.”*
*In this translation of the Bible of Soap, the Muilas word for water has been argued by historians to actually say ‘bean curd.’ The argument over whether or not the God of Soap told the people to wash their bodies with bean curds or water
Eucalyptus RegnansEucalyptus Regnans by jackgunski
The spirit in the tree saw the young creatures on the ground. He invited them into his branches, where they would be protected from the animals on the ground and the harsh sunlight. The creatures climbed the tree, where they each had a branch to themselves.
The creatures had many children in the safety of the branches. These children ran around the branches of their parents, where there was the space and comfort of their home. They stayed away from children from the other branches, because they didn’t need any more than they had.
Then, after years, the tree had grown much bigger, and the children grew and had children. Things were quiet, until the spirit in the tree looked up and saw all his new branches. He wondered which of the many children would once again like to see above the trees, like their ancestors did. The children nearest the top argued that they had been at the top for so long, it only made sense to keep things the same. The children at the bottom argued that after
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I stepped into the next room with great hesitation. This customer called down for Ibuprofen and a glass of water.
The room itself was not extraordinary, which was perhaps it’s most defining characteristic. In fact, upon closer inspection, the entire room was empty, not even a person. A white spotlight shined down in the center of the room. It revealed nothing, not even a shadow.
Suddenly, a voice spoke out. “Hi, could you put that on the table over there?”
I looked around, but there was still nothing in the room. I don’t know whether I was surprised or not. “I’m sorry sir, I can’t see a table.”
“There it is, over there.” A second spotlight in the corner of the room turned on, revealing nothing.
“I um… don’t see.”
“Just put it over there.”
I walked toward the other end of the room and gently moved my arm into the beam of light. My fingers disappeared in the light. I pulled out my hand quickly
The Deity Prose ContestWhat now?The Deity Prose Contest by AlexanderPaupoff
Well, it's a literature contest. It's been a while since I hosted one of those. So, being jobless and having some points to spare, I decided to host another
You are free to interpret that however you wish. You are requested not to go for the obvious, though.
All submissions must be in English.
This is strictly a prose contest.
The maximum number of words is 500, with a buffer of 50 words.
Entries must be submitted here on DeviantArt as literature deviations.
Old deviations (i.e., anything submitted before the date on which this journal is posted) will not be accepted.
Please mention in the 'artist's comments' section of your submission that it is an entry for 'The Deity Prose Contest' and link back to this journal.
You are allowed only one entry.
(While teamwork is a commendable thing, no collaborative works will be allowed.)
Fan-fiction is not permitted.
PE: Chat Event Winners!Community WeekPE: Chat Event Winners! by JenFruzz
Hey everyone! JenFruzz and Riemea hosted the chat event for the recent Community Week! There were a bunch of fun activities planned and prizes were won Check out the results!
When: Saturday, January 10, 2015
Time: 3:00pm PST to 7:00pm PST
Where: The CommunityWeek chat room!
Schedule! (all times are in PST)
3:00pm to 3:59pm:
Rock, Paper, Scissors hosted by JenFruzz
Up to 3 Rounds
Winners: After some heated Sudden Death matches, the winners are
SavageFrog and WolvezByte!
4:00pm to 4:59pm:
Muro Draw Challenge hosted by Riemea
Up to Four, 10-Minute Rounds
Round 1: :
#Digitalists Chat Event 1/10/15Digitalists is hosting another chat event on Saturday January 10, 2015! Everything you need to know about the upcoming event has been included below:#Digitalists Chat Event 1/10/15 by diphylla
#Digitalists Chat Event
Host: morbidman187 Date: January 10, 2015 (Saturday)Time: 11AM - 1PM PST (DA TIME)Events: Muro Draw Challenges and Rock, Paper, ScissorsWhere:
The Flavour Of AutumnThe air had a sweet aroma, mixed with the crisp coolness telling us that winter was around the corner. I lay there feeling the leaves crunch, and crackle underneath me. I could feel the cool dampness from the morning dew that had settled upon them. I could also feel the warmth of the sun, and your body as you were laying there beside me. I could feel your hand underneath the pile of dying leaves as you gripped my own.The Flavour Of Autumn by AlFangMindSculptor42
I glanced over at you, and saw you were also looking at me. I looked at your eyes that seemed to absorb every colour of fall, and reflect them back to me. I could see the golden rays of the sun, the reds, greens, yellows, and browns of the leaves around us. I felt that if I stared too long, I too would be absorbed, and be another colour possibly not so beautiful looking in your eyes.
You leaned forward, and gave me a kiss, and I think that if autumn had a flavour it would taste just like this.
The Great PerhapsPerhaps the stars are in the sky for the number of souls that I love.
Perhaps the sun shows that we should also radiate like her.
Perhaps the night hides all our dark sides.
Perhaps the laughter takes away the pain and gives hope.
Perhaps the sea does not know where to spread, knows no bottom.
Perhaps the waves hit the shore, at low tide and high tide.
Perhaps the cycle of the sun, over hill and vale.
Perhaps the bothering dream, day and night.
Perhaps a balance tilts to the left or right.
Perhaps an uncertain decision, whether yes or no.
Perhaps is the dance rhythm of possibilities
Perhaps sits as deep as the sea of time.
Unappreciated Works Feature #25The feature for the month of February is up!
So, the works for this month are:
(There are more in the group, but for now, these are the ones which have had limited exposure thus far, and require comments I also understand that its below the standards of this group as well, but more submissions to this group would be helpful in remedying this problem. Those will be immediately added so as to give more fodder for commentary)
And well, the rules:
Now, the rules for submission are as follows:
* One critique allows you to submit one deviations, two critiques allows you to submit three deviations and three critiques or more allows you to submit five deviations for the whole month.
* You have to link/thumb the work which you have provided a critique on, to this journal.
* Number of deviations featured is based on how many critiques are given – they are equal to the number