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Featured Deviations

Digital Art
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Photography
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Traditional Art
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Artisan Crafts
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Designs & Interfaces
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Literature – Prose
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Long Love       "He's dead," the voice rang out over the crowd, and I felt the cold press of the wall on my spine. I could feel the splintered wood catch on the silk of my dress. I was sitting on the gritty floor, sparkles and dirt, glitter and make-up, fallen from the hundreds of party goers stuck to my palms. The classical sounds of a slow song continued playing; the only pure sound in a room now filled with sniffling and wailing.
        I looked around the crowded room -there were women on their knees and men who wept openly. The panic that had created a cacophony of noise was now gone, leaving only a heavy feeling of sadness in the air. The record skipped to a new song. As the haunting notes of violin and piano segwayed into a more upbeat pop song somebody pulled the plug.
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Literature – Poetry
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The Red Road
There is a Red Road
That stretches from Cape Town to the Elysium Fields
And on that road there is a pit stop at Robben Island
To a prisoner's cell,  prisoner 46664
Where the heart of a hero
Was once born
There is a Red Road
That runs from Berlin to Hades
And on the road there is a pit stop at the Biederitz River
Where the brutal ashes of a man named Adolf
Drift away in the currents
Endlessly
There is a Red Road
That lies between Poland to Zion
And on that road there is a pit stop at Auschwitz
Where the spirits of the dead
Still gather at the Death Wall
To remember
There are a million pit stops to be made
On the myriad paths of the interwoven labyrinths
That bind us together and tear us apart
Warning you and me of the potholes & pitfalls
On the Red Road that is the World
Telling us in a whisper "Don't forget it"
Telling us in a prayer "Don't repeat it"
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This antagonistic energy ridding me of all accomplishments,
This menacing exertion forcing denial upon me,
Attempting to have me cower before it,
Provoking my mind,
Manipulating my behaviour,
I Dwell on thoughts deliberately secluded from myself.
I am belittled,
Encaged I remain,
I dare not acquire the contentment I deserve.
Proclaiming the rancid factor of my being,
I despise it.
What is this?
This essence creating unbearable misplacement,
This presence advocating unease,
Feeding on my vulnerability,
Awakening my darkest side,
Desperately wanting me to seek refuge.
I am tortured; tormented,
Impossible to escape,
It digs deeper and deeper into my core,
Forever trying to revert what i once was,
I despise it.
What is this?
This level of consciousness conflicting my mind contrary to my will,
This mental state draining one of themselves,
It is exhausting.
Just leave; let me be,
Let me live; I must,
Let me be care free; like children,
Let me believe; in me.
Inability;
It chose

Cartoons & Comics
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Manga/Anime
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Fan Art
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Featured Deviant

1960s maddr x 2000s heroes"At my beck and call I have the most beautiful, most deadly assassin that Europe has ever seen-"
Black Widow humphed, keeping her wristslinger's ready, and the rest of the Avengers stayed primed as well. "Sorry, comrade, I'm working with the Avenger's right now. Perhaps I could pencil you in next week."
The sadistic doctor frowned and again wiped the drool from his face. "Not you, you cocky strumpet."
"Elektra wouldn't waste her time with you, either." Widow mocked.
"You little bitch! You think you are so smart, we'll see what happens when you have to face your own DEATH!"
"What's your game, Dr. Benight? You can't hope to keep the Avenger's seperated for ever! These dimensional shafts will break at some point!" Captain America bellowed from behind his glassy prison.
"By then it will be far too late, I've already begun to drain the energy from Ms. Marvel, soon she'll be nothing more than a defenseless kitten and now, Black Widow will be facing the ultimate assassin... One Avenger down, Charlie in the Trees Part 1The Crazy sat quietly amidst the hideout, he didn’t appear to be doing anything, not watching TV, not staring, his eyes were unfocused and his mouth kept moving like he was talking to himself. When the mention of the trip to America was made he came alive and looked over at the table and those gathered around it.
“I have family there. What part are you going to?”
“I don’t know what town this is; take a look…” Popcorn said holding the map up just a bit from the table.
Crazy walked over and scanned the map. “The piece fell in a river-? …ooh, bad juju.”
“Bad Juju?”
Crazy grinned with one of his evil-about-to-happen grins. “You’re going to be in the swamps. That’s Charlie country. Y’know… ya gotta watch for Charlie in the Trees. He lives there.”
“Pfft. Idiot.” Popcorn rolled her eyes and looked back at the map.
“It’s no joke, that area’s bad news. If you’re gonna go you b Charlie in the Trees Part 2"Ooooo-ah Oooo! Welcome, welcome Charlie! I come looking for ya." The Crazy let out a loud whup.
"Ain't no one lookin' for Chanughla but the dead." came an answering voice.
"Well, funny thing, people call me dead man, so that's a wash. You mind pulling us ashore or do we have to paddle?"
"You don't sound like you're from around here, boy, who are you?"
The Crazy's eyes flashed and he ripped the stick down and threw it at the voice through the fog. "You KNOW who I am! I'm the Gator Killer! You shuttup and take me to Charlie, NOW or I'll feed you to every bottom feeding, carcass eating croc in this mud pit!"
"What?! …" the voice changed tone, angry, violent at first, then calculating, but still mad at his attack.
"The Gator Boy… yeah, Chanughla hears many stories about you. What you want with Chanughla?"
"I want something out of the river."
It was a deep throated noise that was their only reply. "… hmmm."
It seemed to take a moment but part of the fog gave way and the fan Le Cercle Fantaisiste 1, 2So many people don't know, so many people think that I'm something I'm not. Even I feel that way. Tonight is my first time breaking House Rules and it feels good. I've got my makeup on the table, my costume hidden in the closet, and in just a little while I'll be out on the street. I feel an excitement, like when I first went out on stage as a child...
The goth-punk girl cast her gaze out her bedroom window and out into the night. She looked dark and menacing with her leather jacket, plastic fangs, and her face covered in white makeup. She sat with one foot on the windowsill and in her hand she held a framed picture of her parents, though it was now half faded and hard to make out.
It has been a long time for 'Julianna'. My adopted father, Goto Nakamura, brought me here to Japan many years ago, after my parents were killed. We changed our names to make sure the people who had killed my family couldn't find us and... I became Julianna Dey. I was forbidden to use any of the acrobatics I Le Cercle Fantaisiste 3, 4Morning today felt more like shackles and chains of slavery than a day of sunshine and freedom. Julianna had the morning to herself, but of what use was it when her heart was sorely beating, and pouring out its anguish? It took a good cry and forcing breakfast down before Julianna got herself back together again, back together enough to meet Miyuki and walk to school. With her downcast expression Julianna's mood was an easy target for Miyuki to spot.
"Jules... what's wrong? Are you all right?"
Julianna shook her head silently and Miyuki looked her over with concern on her face. "What's wrong, Jules? Is your father all right?"
"I'm grounded. I have to come home right after school. Father will be in Tokyo selling his artwork for the next two days." Julianna said.
"But what happened, JayDee? Tell me."
"I don't want to talk about it. I'm just remembering my parents, that's all."
"Oh," Miyuki said, understanding immediately. "Well, I have some news for you; my brother just got it from the I

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