Emergency Writing Commissions - Open/UpdatedSo, on Wednesday night my Grandmother had a heart attack while she was home. She was ok enough to call 911 herself and they took her to the hospital. Yesterday, we found out that she might needed surgery on her heart, but we didn't know that until the lab tests came back. So, this morning before I left to school, my mother told me that she didn't need heart surgery but she did need help with all of her medications. So, right now my family, uncles, aunts, etc, are collecting money to help my Gradmother with her bills. I just wanted to see if I could do some art for you guys and help with her, I also do have Prints for sale, and Drawing Commissions if anyone is interested.Emergency Writing Commissions - Open/Updated by Pansa1312
-I will not be swayed to write bestiality and incest due to being uncomfortable with the subject matter. Despite never writing it/not writing it often, I can be persuaded to write smut, but understand that it may not come out as well as things I am better at writin
AnswersI don't write poetry.Answers by xxdraxx
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
Gone MadGone MadGone Mad by Kenzie710
You text me telling me that you have got backed together with ex-girlfriend
That horrible, lying, and cheater!
What did she do to make you fall for that again?
So you text me to say that she wants to be friends with me?!
OH she will be lucky if I don't rid her head off!
Well I am not falling for it, and neither should you!
But its far too late for that now is it?
So this is your pattern?
You dump her for me?
Then run back to her?
I am literally laughing my head off to hide my anger and pain
Have I gone mad?
Perhaps I have
What would you care?
Out of the Ashes ~ preview“Alex, did you feed Bear?”Out of the Ashes ~ preview by BrownieRainbow
“I thought that was Bella’s job today!”
“Liar, I fed him yesterday!”
“I thought Ash did!”
Both Alex and Bella continue to bicker while I sigh. Alex rises from the couch in the cabin’s living room. Bear barks at both of them as he complains out of hunger.
It’s been six months since Bella and I ran away from the Scouts. It was only a short while later – few days at the most – we found this cabin in the woods somewhere still in Canada. Here, we met Alexander – or as we call him Alex. He’s young, only a year older than me. He’s a tad bit higher than me; maybe he’s five foot something, but I can’t really check that these days. He has shaggy, dark-brown hair and hazel eyes. He wears a simple, grey V-neck and jeans with some black high-tops. He’s pretty stubborn, but he is a great friend.
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
Welcome to Writing-4-life, a group where you can share your skills and inspire others to write amazing things!! This is a group for poets, fanfic authors, original story writers, and watchers alike to comment, critique, and give ideas to one another.
Join right ahead and submit some amazing literature! Who knows, today its DA, tomorrow...it's the Bestseller's list.
Being a small group, we'd enjoy some support...so invite your friends on DA, watchers, the people you watch, and others to come and join in the fun! You can also help by suggesting affiliates so we could share the inspiration!
Anyways, It's sorta necessary that I lay down the law, here:
> not too inappro-pro. Let's keep this group rated PG-13, k?
> don't troll/spam/cyber-bully/stalk/creep upon any other member of the group. It's just rude, and if reported, your membership in this group will be taken away from you, please contact if something happens as well as normal procedures.
> 10 deviations a day, until our gallery starts getting out of hand
> It's nice to be nice.
> Put your deviations in the right category... please? We have lives to, it takes time to sort and file things that can be easily done by the person.
>It is automatic acceptance but submitting artwork like drawings is rude and a hassle for those of us who have to check to clear it out.
> Have fun, and enjoy!!
Well, anyways, thanks for visiting our page!!
Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
The Wolf SongThis song is dedicated to all the Wolves,The Wolf Song by Krikak
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
How To Find The Way BackHow to find the way backHow To Find The Way Back by Shellylynn45
From a life you don’t know how
You got there going blindly
Running from everything so far
Chasing fighting after madness
Trying to prove it as a dream
Fighting all who stand before you
Saying you don’t feel a thing
But there’s pain an aching lonely
That threatens all it will consume
Telling that this will only
Spell out for certain doom
Home fires burn no longer brightly
Can’t see them well enough to turn back
Bringing it all down with you
In a raging heart attack
Lost so far in the darkness
And you see so little light
Wishing for home so very badly
To leave behind this endless night
The endless sorrow of always searching
For something hidden you don’t know
And to get back is still a mystery as to which direction to go
So they point out where to go
Tell you get back where it is they are
But you’ve changed and you are different
Still feeling way to far
Off from where you should be
Still chasing after dreams
Won’t give up
100 Theme Challenge 1:100This was the world in which people lived. Reality was a whole story of its own and yet some people out there in the world try and wrestle the absolute truths of the planet into words. They subdue the words and beat them into submission before writing them down on the blank pieces of paper before them. These are the artists of the story, masters of written words, tasked with the ability to bring the smallest of ideas and write them for the rest of humanity.100 Theme Challenge 1:100 by Rebel-Night
But why do they do this? To many it seems a waste of time and talent and it is the invasion of one's own privacy to publish these works. The many of people it does not make sense but to those of us who write it can make a lot of sense. There are a great many reasons why one person would write and then publish it.
To some it is the fame that may ensue from a book to others it is the peace of mind when the worlds have flooded out in a torrent from their mind and emptied it for another to take its place. And still then some write just t
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